“What do we do?” “The best thing for us both would be to get you well out of the way. If you can’t be used against me, that would be extremely helpful. Go somewhere, use an assumed name, keep your head down. Somewhere outside London, preferably a longish way. Do you have any friends you could visit?” Joel’s entire acquaintance lived in London these days. “No, but I’ll go somewhere. For how long?” “I don’t know. It could be some time.” Some time, when he was already four quid in the hole and wouldn’t be able to earn without advertising. Out of the way, when Aaron was right here with his lonely
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I don’t know what you can do.” “Let’s sodding find out, shall we?” Joel was fizzing with something—rage, hope, a good fuck, who knew. “What do we have to lose? You’re fucked, and what am I supposed to do if I run away? Sit around wondering if your murderous boss has murdered you yet, and if he’ll come after me next? Change my name and find something completely new to do with my life, for the however-manyth time it is? I’ve started again so many times—after prison, after my hand, after being kicked out—and I’m bloody tired of it!” Aaron winced. “I’m sorry.” “I don’t need you to be sorry, I need you to be fighting! I want— Oh, bloody hell, I’m just going to say it. All I’ve been doing for so long is living with things. Keeping on with them, putting up with them. And then I met you and now this, you and me, it doesn’t feel like ‘living with’ at all. It’s living. Actually having things that matter instead of the days just passing. I want more of that. I want all I can get, even if we can’t get much.”
