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I scowl at hi us both out of the club We help Wynn into a cab, and he follows her in before tugging h brushes against his thigh My throat feels tight

"Just say the word and he’ll be so swollen tomorroon’t be able to open his eyes" His words s the silence of the cab

His voice, clear without the Chicago wind around us, pulses through nore its effect on hs mournfully

He takes her hand and squeezes it and cups her face with the other "Hey You’re good You don’t need some asshole who doesn’t need you back"

She takes his hand and squeezes, says, "Thank you," and hugs him He wraps one ar at me as he strokes his hand down her back, his stare so intense that it feels as if he’s stroking his hand down ht noant to cry

I don’t knohy I want to cry, but I edge h away from his andabout what happened, and Wynn tell hi story, that they just won’t work out

He says he’s sorry

And he sounds genuinely sorry

I feel like a third wheel all of a sudden, and I want to callme it’ll just take one second, and it’ll be over

It takes a gazillion seconds before I leap out of the cab, avoiding his gaze even as he helps her out I take one of her arms while he takes the other, and we head upstairs to the apart room sofa

"Thanks," I say as I take off Wynn’s shoes, and he looks at me with a frown

"You okay?"

"Fine Thank you Now you knohere she lives in case you want tovisit her when I’m not here or whatever"