"How was she?"
"How was who, yo?" There he was, lighting another damn cigarette on your good sofa. Goddamn him.
"The whore you fucked last night."
"Bullshit. I ain't done any whore."
"Then why come in at four in the morning like you're scared I'll hear you?"
"Because I wanted to wash off the fuckin' blood, yo!" His eyes were rabid, wild between his fingers.
"Oh, God. Reno." You knelt beside him, arm around his shoulders. "Okay. Okay. Let's just go back to bed." He was boneless, so easily guided.
There were memories, but not all of them were good.
