Pleading Ignorance

Hutch

Faking amnesia; definitely not one of my better ideas.

So why?

Because I was angry.  I almost died, and it was his fault.  I wanted him to stop taking me for granted.

Payback.  I knew I was due.

I wasn’t going to let it go this far, but then he started telling me stories, reminding me of stuff I didn’t want to remember.  I began wondering, what’s the point?

Anyone sane would have walked away years ago.  An incurable case of amnesia was looking better all the time.

But first I had to know.  He’s saved my sorry hide lots of times - what did I ever do for him?

And he answered that there was a time he didn’t think he could go on living.  And the only reason he did…

Was me.

It’s a kick in the gut.

He’s only ever had two best friends in his life.  She died, and I’m…

I can’t do this.  I know I’m a miserable bastard, and it’s some kind of cosmic joke that he got saddled with me for a friend, but…

I can’t do this anymore.

I have to tell him it’s just an act.

Because, I swear, I didn’t know.

~end~