Patrick sat down on the freezing asphalt. He picked at the bandage around his hand. After three years, he could still recall the entire conversation he'd had with Annie that last day on the phone, every single word of it. He also remembered the words that had gone unsaid. Where are you? Why aren't you here? Why didn't you protect me? And he remembered that he didn't have an answer. Not then, and not now. "Benny, my boy," he said quietly. "Look. All joking aside. You're right. I'm still living like it's five years ago and bad decisions are fun because no matter what sort of trouble you get into, there's always a doctor, or a lawyer, or a policeman, or a wife to get you back out of it. But that's not the world we live in." Ben snorted. Patrick continued. "I don't know how to deal with this. With any of this. I don't know how to do this, to live this life, without them. I'm flying blind, here, and I'm mucking it all up. I'm just…I'm sorry. I am really sorry. It's a serious thing that you got hurt, and a serious thing that I got hurt, and a serious thing that we've lost our supplies. But I want you to know that as soon as we get you back on your feet and not possibly dying of blood loss in a gutter, we're going to find the evil leprechaun who did this, and we're going to get our shit back. Because he has our weapons, and our food, and our bandages. And he has the pudding. You know the trip is pretty much for nothing without the pudding."
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