“Uh, ew.” I gesture to the body and the growing pool of blood beneath it. “This was after.” Nero turns to head up the stairs. “I don’t want to know.” “Dude.” I follow him up. “It’s not like we fucked on top of Pony.” “I said I don’t—” “We just fucked in front of him.” Nero throws his hands up. “I don’t want to know!”