When it was all over, he and the cop lay flat on their backs side by side, chests heaving, sweat not so much drying on them as freezing. Shit, V could already feel the swelling: His knuckles and his face were going Michelin Man on him.
He coughed a little. "I need a cigarette."
"I need an ice pack and some Neosporin."
V rolled to the side, spat out some blood, then flopped back to where he'd been. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Thanks. I needed that."
"No pr—" Butch groaned. "No problem. Damn, did you have to pound out my liver like that? As if the Scotch ain't enough of a problem for the thing."
"How did you know where I was?"
"Where else would you be? Phury came back alone and mentioned shit was going down, so I figured you'd eventually end up here." Butch cracked his shoulder and cursed. "Let's face it, the cop in me's like a radio tower for stupid morons. And no offense, but you're not winning any awards in the smarty division."
"I think I would have killed that man."
"I know you would have."
V lifted his head. When he couldn't see through Jane's windows, he pushed himself up on his elbows to get a clear shot. The sofa was empty.
He let himself fall down onto the ground again. Were the two of them making love upstairs in her bed? Right now? As he lay ruined on her back fucking lawn?
"Shit. I can't deal."
"I'm sorry, V. I really am." Butch cleared his throat. "Listen… it might be a good idea not to come here anymore."
"Said the jackass who did drive-bys on Marissa for how many months?"
"It's dangerous, V. For her."
V glared at his best friend. "If you are going to insist on being reasonable, I'm going to stop hanging with you."
Butch popped a misshapen smile—on account of the crack in his upper lip. "Sorry, buddy, you can't shake me even if you tried."
V blinked a couple of times, horrified at what he was about to say. "God, you're going for sainthood, you know that? You've always been there for me. Always. Even when I…"
"Even when you what?"
"You know."
"What?"
"Fuck. Even when I was in love with you. Or some shit."
Butch clasped his hands to his chest. "Was? Was? I can't believe you've lost interest." He threw one arm over his eyes, all Sarah Bernhardt. "My dreams of our future are shattered—"
"Shut it, cop."
Butch looked out from under his arm. "Are you kidding me? The reality show I had planned was fantastic. Was going to pitch it to VH1. Two Bites Are Better Than One. We were going to make millions."
"Oh, for the love."
Butch rolled over on his side and got serious. "Here's the deal, V. You and me? We're in this life together, and not just because of my curse. I don't know if I'm all into divine providence and shit, but there's a reason why we met. And as for that whole you-being-in-love-with-me thing? It was probably more about you just caring about someone for the first time."
"Okay, stop right there. You're giving me hives from this caring/sharing shit."
"You know I'm right."
"Fuck you, Dr. Phil."
"Good, I'm glad we agree." Butch frowned. "Hey, maybe I could have a talk show, since you aren't going to be my June Cleaver anymore. I could call it the O'Neal Hour. Sounds important, doesn't it?"#p#分页标题#e#
"First of all, you were going to be June Cleaver—"
"Screw that. No way I'd bottom for you."
"Whatever. And second, I don't think there's much of a market for your particular brand of psychology."
"So not true."
"Butch, you and I just beat the crap out of each other."
"You started it. And actually, it would be perfect for Spike TV. UFC meets Oprah. God, I'm brilliant."
"Keep telling yourself that."
Butch's laughter was cut off as a gust of wind whipped through the backyard. "Okay, big guy, as much as I'm enjoying this, I don't think my tan's improving much, considering it's pitch dark."
"You don't have a tan."
"See? This is getting me nowhere. So how about we head home?" There was a long pause. "Shit… you're not coming with me, are you?"
"I don't feel like killing anyone anymore."
"Oh. Good. The idea that you might only cripple the guy makes me feel a fuck of a lot better about leaving you here." Butch sat up with a curse. "Mind if I at least see if he's left?"
"God, do I really want to know?"
"I'll be right back." Butch groaned and got up like he'd been in an accident, all creaky and stiff. "Man, this is gonna hurt for a while."