“I’m one of them,” Ronnie said, his voice muffled.
He sounded so lost, Jim closed the rest of the distance and sat down next to him. “One of who?”
“Those bullies who used to give me such hell before I met you. Everybody who ever tried to hurt me. I’m no better than any of them.”
Jim’s heart broke. Reaching out, he put his arm around Ronnie’s shoulders and pulled him in. The fact that Ronnie let him without putting up a fight made him hurt even more.
“I’m getting you out of here,” he said quietly. “No arguments.”
“Even though you’re better off without me?”
Jim snorted. “If you really think that, your old man must’ve hit you too hard in the head this time.” He noticed too late the graze over Ronnie’s ear and immediately felt like an asshole for the comment, but he barreled on. “My life was pretty much in the toilet that first day I came to see you, and you know it. You’re the only reason I’ve found something to feel good about lately.”