Ouch.
“You’re in a good mood,” I muttered. “Remind me to see you more often.”
“I’m telling you to look after yourself. You’re too focused on getting Lila back—she’s filed for divorce and put the house on the market. I’m surprised your mom or Vanessa haven’t mentioned this to you,” Enzo grumbled, pursing his lips. “It’s not like your sister to not say it like it is.”
“She’s not exactly my biggest fan right now.”
“And your mom?”
I softened. “She sent food home for me the other night…”
“Have you seen her?”
“Not really, like I said, it’s hard to be social when you’re working every hour god sends.” My voice had flattened. “Lila dropped my surname.”
“Vic, man, you’ve got to snap out of this.”
Was he being serious?
“Out of what? Losing my wife? My home and my marriage? Sorry, I’m struggling a little with it.”
“Drop the defensive act. Have you even looked at yourself in a mirror lately?”
I stared at him, inhaling air into my cheeks until they puffed out, counting to ten slowly before I responded.
“You’re a motherfucker, you know that? Kicking a man when he’s down?” I smiled though, because he was right.
I hadn’t taken care of myself at all. I didn’t give a fuck about myself. I’d done this to us; I didn’t deserve to sleep.
“It's not attractive.” Enzo leaned back and sipped his beer, watching me intently. “This ‘woe is me’ shit.”
I choked on my laughter. He really wasn’t holding back, was he?
“I’ve lost weight because I’m walking everywhere. I’ve started getting the bus, but it’s such a fucking shit show, Enzo.”
“You need to sleep. You look like you’ve been dug up. I wouldn’t look twice at you.” His lips twitched, and I shook my head, finally relaxing in his company.
He meant well. I knew he did.
“You’re a prick.”
Enzo beamed at me. “You’re gonna be a fucking dad.”
I grinned back. “Yeah, I am. I can’t believe it. If only I hadn’t fucked it all up.”
Enzo leaned over and punched my arm. “But you did.”
“I did.” I sighed.
“Go home and get some sleep. Fuck that night job; you work all day, it’s more than enough.”
Enzo was right. Now I was living back in the house, I could drop it, get some sleep. Make dinners for Lila, help around the house. Function like a human for once.
“Maybe.” I rose to my feet. “How much for the beers?”
“A hand job.”
I smirked and tossed some bills his way. “Fucking hell, you need to get laid.”
