“He’s a fucking asshole and he needed to be put in his place. I’m not sorry I did it.” “But I didn’t ask you to.” “You didn’t have to. You deserved to have someone stick up for you.” “Not like this.” My voice rises a little. “You could have won the game! You should be celebrating right now! How could you do this to yourself?” “Because every time I saw him, I just saw you!” he says. “I saw you crying. I heard the fucking fear in your voice. I didn’t want to reward that. I couldn’t live with myself if I did.”
