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“Would you do it again?”
Jeremy can't see the look Mick is giving him through his shades, but there's something in his tone that he can't quite place.
The desert air is cold, the metal roof of Mick's van isn't comfortable, and his beer is warm.
"What do you mean?" He drinks it anyway.
"Like if you somehow went back in time to whatever got you in this mess, would you do it again or would you try getting out of it?" Mick isn't looking at him.
Jeremy thinks.
He remembers the feeling of a palm against his own, hidden under the armrest of the shitty movie theater seats. The feeling of another body pressed up against his own, a mouth on his. He remembers seeing his body on the floor, bruises on his neck in the shape of hands. The lips that had been on his own turned purple. He remembers the feeling of his bat cracking against bone.
"Yeah." Jeremy doesn't look at Mick either. He thinks about the feeling of Mick's legs pressed against his own on the cramped camper roof. "Yeah, I'd do it again."