Chapter 77

“Here, Colin, lemme…”

Dexter reached out to help. Colin slapped his hand away.

“Don’t you touch me!” he hissed. “I don’t want your hands anywhere near me!”

For the first time since, well, a really long time, Dexter’s expression resembled something of his old self. He looked so unsure. So shocked. Maybe even hurt that Colin rejected the idea of his touch. Colin didn’t care. Not right now, with his chest getting tighter and tighter. He took a puff from his inhaler. Held his breath and felt tears backing up on him.

“Colin…” Dexter murmured. “Listen, Colin, I’m…”

“Don’t…” Colin used what breath he had to say. “Don’t say you’re…” He needed to take in a breath of air. “Don’t you say you’re fucking sorry.”

They just stood there for a few more moments. Dexter stared at him, expression unreadable. Colin waited for something. He wasn’t sure what. Maybe for Dexter to change his mind. Maybe for things to go back to what they were. But they couldn’t. Not now. Not ever.