“You…” He sighs. “Kee.” His tone, the softness in it…guts me. I can’t tell if it’s pity or something else, but right now, I don’t wanna know. I sure as fuck don’t wanna do this while I’m still half drunk. So like the coward I am, I avoid it. I run. I bolt. I flee the scene of the crime in favor of the safety of my room and lock the door behind me. Good thing too, because he’s there moments later, rattling the handle a couple times.
