“Where are you right now, Clint? Tell me so I can kill shit and rescue you from there.” “I’m with Brandon. Always with Brandon.” He cradled me tightly. “I don’t think she can bear me having a birthday since I took away all of his.” I crawled myself higher so our eyes aligned. “You don’t need her, Clint. I’ll redeem you. I’ll barter with God or the devil or his fucking advocate. I’ll save you.”
Ugh
