Chapter 30

There. Now he’d be more comfortable and could get up and down easier.

I was acting as pathetic as a lovelorn suitor, but I couldn’t stop myself.

When I got him back to the living room, he eyed the mattress in the corner, then the couch.

He sat without comment, and I started to lift his hurt leg onto the stack of pillows I’d piled up on the couch.

“Uh, would it be okay if I sat up? Maybe put my foot on the coffee table?”

I nodded, moved the pillows to the table, and then helped him pull his leg up on them.

He looked at me with tired eyes.

I winced but returned his gaze.

He was right. It was time we talked. I had to stop being such a wuss.

Judging from the past when friends went through shithole breakups, I knew I’d live through this. I wouldn’t like it, but I’d live. Better to rip the bandage off, suffer, and then get on with healing than go through the slow poison of not knowing but suspecting the hammer was about to strike.

“You know, Ben, you’re really too good for me.”