“He had surgery on his knee. I guess he fucked it up pretty bad, jumping out that window. He won’t be running marathons anytime soon, and Eliah’s pissed because he got himself an apartment and keeps kicking him out every time he shows up to help.” Kicks grimaced, and his stomach twisted uncomfortably. “Where does he live?” At that, Smokey turned and gave him a pointed stare. “Why? You wanna go play nursemaid?” “Oh, fuck you,” he started, then licked his lips. “But I probably should go see him, you know? I mean, half that shit was my fault.”
