dallthepeopleheneeded.

itwasaloadofbullshit.

draowasn’thelpingbeausehewasn’tapable,hewasn’thelpingbeausetheyallstillsawhimasaliability,evenharry.theyan’texpethimtoturnonhispastloyalties,eventhoughhe’striedtoexpintothemallthattherehadbeennoloyaltyaboutit.justasaredlittlekidwhowasinwayoverhishead.

“ijustdon’tfeelomfortableputtingyouinthatsituation.”harrysays,lookinglikeheistryingtoavoidthesituationblowingupinbothoftheirfaes.andreally,draoknowshedoesn’thaveanyrighttobeangry,beausethisisjustoneofthosedisappoisthatamefromfindinghimselfonthewrongside.hishoies(orkofthem)weregoingtohaunthimfortherestofhislife.“whatifit’ssomeoneyouknow?”

draowantstoprotest,buthehearstherestofit.whatareyougoingtodowhenyouomefaetofaewithsomehatyouusedtobefriendswithasahild,orhadawandpointedatyoubyafamilyfriend?areyoureallygoingtokillthem?areyoureallygoingtobringthemin?youaren’treadytodowhatever’sneessarytowin,buttheyare.andsoarewe.

sohedidn’targueafterhisinalofferwasshotdown,evenifhisgoodbyetonightwasalittleolderthannormal,justapressofhisfingersintoharry’swristbeforehewalksoutthedoorforgood,somethingthathehopedharrywasabletotakeasanapologyandawarningatthesametime,asilentpleaforhimtoomebakhometohim.

still,thatdoesn’tmeanheisn’tangry,orthathe’sfinejustsittingonthestepsandwathingthehallwayforharrytoomebakhomelikehehadthepastthreetimesharrywenttosomemeeting(meeting,bullshit,youdon’tomebakfrommeetingsandreturnoveredinblood)orsattostakeoutahouse.hedidn’tknowwherehewasgoingorhowlonghewouldbethere,ifitwasgerousorjustroutine,ifhewasaloneo