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"I'm fine." Walking over to the beanbag next to his, I sank down beside him, only to hiss when a sharp pain rocketed up my pelvis. "Absolutely fucking fine."
Gibsie shook his head and reached for the remote control, thankfully keeping his thoughts to himself for once.
Flicking on the television, he began to cha
"You can go out," I told him, stretching my legs out in front of me. "I'm not holding you back."
"Nah." Standing up, he walked over to the PS2 and switched it on before settling back down beside me. "I was only trying to get you out of the house."
"Appreciate it," I muttered, taking the controller he held out for me. "But not tonight."
"You're going to make that team, Joh
Exhaling a steadying breath, I forced the panic threatening to engulf me back down and concentrated on the screen in front of me.
"You will," he added quietly.
"I hope so," I bit out, focusing way too hard on the controller in my hand. "I really fucking do, Gibs."
Otherwise, I was going to lose my mind.
"Do you want to get drunk?" he offered then. "Here – with your Da's whiskey, and no clingers following you around and tormenting you?"
I thought about it for a minute and exhaled a heavy sigh.
"Yeah, lad," I replied with a nod. "I really fucking do."