#Chapter48
He liked to think he was a big boy, but really, deep down, he was like a clumsy little baby that had insisted on feeding himself. He needed help, even though he was too stubborn to admit it.
He needed me to help look after himself, even if he didn't quite realize it yet.
/"I can't... fuck. Deek, I can't... I don't.../" Breaking off, he covered his face with his hands, falling back until he was sitting on top of the loo lid again.
/"Switch with me./"
The hands fell away. His confusion was obvious. It filled the small room with question marks. /"Wh- what ?/"
/"We're heading back to my place. We're leaving now. We only have to make it down the street to where I parked./" Because some idiot kept stealing my usual spot. /"So take off your jeans and switch with me. That way, there won't be anybody looking at you./"
