“Dexter…” he whimpered, “please…”
“Sh,” Dexter tried to comfort. “It’s okay. I’m not going anywhere.”
Only that must’ve been the wrong f*****g thing to say because the very second he said it Colin’s desire for Dexter to stay shifted like the goddamn wind and he shoved him away.
“f**k you!” he roared as much as his lungs would allow him. “Don’t you f*****g touch me! I f*****g hate you! I hate you!”
Dexter held his palms out. Colin was drunk. Out of his mind, mourning the loss of his mom drunk. He probably should’ve seen this coming.
“Okay.” Dexter backed off. “Do you want me to call Shaun? Liz?”
“I don’t want anything from you! I f*****g…” Colin scrunched his face in pain. “f**k…” He struggled to take in a deep breath. A breath at all. “God damn…”
Colin started patting his pockets, t
