A pained expression crossed Bruce's face. No, I said, looking into those brown eyes. Since all I was seeing was the inside of my eyeballs, and speech was not an option, I tried to nod, but I really don't think I needed to. Nathaniel sat, quietly, in a corner of my office through all of them, just in case.
Micah got on the phone long enough to take the address and name of the bar down, then hung up. He put one big bloody hand on the floor and the other in the air, as if he were sensing movement. Fuck me, I said, please, just do it, please, please, please, please . It's not a competition, Nathaniel said.
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