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“Well, shit,” he slurred, nuzzling my neck with his nose. “I’m sorry, Molloy. I didn’t mean to.”

“Are you mad?”

“Hmm?”

“Mad, Joe,” I repeated, swallowing down a surge of hysteria. “Are you mad?”

“No, I’m not mad,” he murmured drowsily.

“Are you hearing me?”

“Hmm?”

“Joe?”

“Hmm?”

“You’ll remember this, right?” Turning around to face him, I cupped his face between my hands and forced him to look at me. “This conversation,” I reiterated when he didn’t respond. When his black eyes stared straight through me. “Me?”

“Sure.” Hooking an arm around my waist, he once again buried his face in my neck and released a sigh of contentment. “You smell like home.”

This was pointless.

He wasn’t here.

At least, his mind wasn’t present.

“Come on.” I cleared my throat and said, “I’ll take you somewhere to sleep it off.”

“I thought you were done with me,” he replied, pressing the softest of kisses to my neck. “I thought he took you away from me.” Exhaling a pained groan, he buried his face in my neck. “I’ve fucked it again, Molloy.”

“I’m not done with you, Joe,” I squeezed out, shivering. “And it’s okay. You’ll be okay.”

“So will you, Molloy.” His arms tightened around my body, and even in his altered state of mind, he somehow managed to say the right thing. “Because I’ll look after the both of you.”

My breath hitched. “You promise?”

He nodded. “I promise.”

Moments later, Joey’s legs gave out beneath him, and he went crashing to the floor.

51

I Can’t Go In There

JOEY

Drifting in and out of consciousness, I could hear two familiar voices going back and forth around me.

“This car is a bucket of shit.”

“I know.”

“Seriously, your dad’s a mechanic and this is the best he can come up with?”

“Just shut up and drive, Podge.”

“Shutting up now.”

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