“This hurts me, Joey.” Another pained groan escaped his lips. “No, no, no, I would never hurt you.” “You hurt yourself and that’s the same thing,” I choked out. “Because when you hurt, I hurt. When you burn, I go down in flames with you. We’re entwined, Joe. We’re mirrors. Don’t you get that by now?” “Ah fuck.” Trembling violently, he pulled me closer. “I’m sorry for hurting ya, Molloy.”
