BRICK SHITHOUSE.

          “Aren’t you lucky I’m just feeling so charitable today,” the amusement is in his voice, but the brick house of a man just moves to grab the other’s arm, careful not to grip too hard, and pull him up. khal’kru doesn’t let go until he’s steady on his feet again.

                     ———HE DROPPED TO THE GROUND WITH THE KIND OF FORCE THAT ONLY CAME FROM AN EXHAUSTED BODY. catching his breath, the man heaved himself onto two feet, careful not to stumble as he finally reached the top of the pass.

     ❝ i’d be luckier if you weren’t so damn hard to find. ❞