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“Had enough of ramps?” Liam quipped

“Fuck off,” Hammer turned to scowl at his friend

Blood still seeped frorinned at him like a loon In that moment, he prayed his friend only wanted to blow off steaument—hell, themselves—far too seriously

This hat they should have done after Juliet’s suicide Yell Fight Get fucking drunk And cry Macen had done all that alone and resented Liam for it He kne that his old friend would have happily joined him, if he’d only asked

“I can go again Just give roaned

A hint of shter until he palmed his jaw and cursed

“Tio back inside We can sit by the fire, hold hands, and sing Kumbaya,” Seth called from the front porch

“Fucker,” Hammer muttered

“I think we should beat his ass next,” Liam murmured conspiratorially

Both rin As if they’d read one another’s hing It felt good

Liam stumbled to his feet and held out his hand to Hammer “Come on, you old fart Let me help you up”

“Who are you calling old? If our mommy over there on the porch—” Haiven us five more minutes, I’d have kicked your ass”

Liarinned “Or should I just let you drag your own half-dead carcass up alone”

“Hey, I didn’t say I was turning down your help” As Liahed and latched on, rising to his feet

Seth waited for them on the porch with a sour expression “You two look like you fell face first into aat either of you”

“We’ll turn off the lights She doesn’t need to see us, anyway Just feel” Hammer smirked

“Or Beck and I could just take her off your hands,” Seth teased