“Don’t play with me,” he teases. “I know what you want. He’s yours now, Nate. You can beat him, fuck him, kill him and be done with it if it’s gonna make you feel better. Just feel better so you can stop being such a moody prick and go back to being my best friend. You know, the one who knows how to have fun without acting like a mopey little bitch all the time.”
