In the lobby he tries to put as much
distance between himself and Josey as he possibly can, pushing
Ryan’s wheelchair at an almost breakneck speed towards the
elevators. “I’m sorry,” he whispers over and over again. “I didn’t
know she’d be like that. I am so sorry.”
“It’s okay,” Ryan tells him. He grips
the sides of his wheelchair and laughs when Dante takes a corner on
two wheels. “Can you ease up just a little? I don’t want to lose my
lunch.”
“I’m sorry,” Dante says again. He
slows down, then glances back to see that Josey and Becca are still
a ways off, they’re far enough now, so he slows down to a normal
pace. “I didn’t mean—”
Looking up at him, Ryan forces a deep frown.
“Stop apologizing or I’ll have to whip you.”
Dante grins. “Now that sounds
promising,” he purrs.
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