(Greyson)
I ignored him.
Coaxing Chase out was like herding a drunk, stubborn bear. But eventually, I got him moving.
He made it outside the stinky tavern before he started hurling words at me.
"I shouldn't have come after you that day" I said to himself more than me.
"Well" I dragged his drunk ass further away from the tavern. "No one asked you to come after me, Chase. No one did"
I tried to keep the anger away from my voice. But talking about that blasted day brought out the worst in all of us. It placed him in the wheelchair but it took everything else from me.
"I shouldn't have come after you that day" He said louder this time and I simply lost it. "I shouldn't have. No. No. No"
