Benjamin could only roll his eyes, or the good eye for that matter as he heard Slade talk. More than once he had heard that same talk coming from him even though they both knew January was a grown ass woman who could take care of herself. “I’m talking about every single relationship there is, alright? And you have known me for years to already know that marriage or anything close to it was never part of my plans, Slade. I’m not talking to your sister, I haven’t and I won’t. Message received, anything else you need to say or are you going to punch first, talk later, mate?” said Benjamin as he snapped for a second before he quickly collected himself again.
“I’m not going to do that, trust me. And definitely not to you,” he spat, annoyed at this point with the man, let alone when he was going on and on like he was entitled with the full knowledge of relationships just because he was in one for less than a month, “And don’t call me bro. I have more important issues to worry about than this right now,” said the blonde as he took the handkerchief from his face, now that the bleeding had stopped at least. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a case to work on.”
“I’m going to give you some advice. You can take it, ponder it and maybe it will change your life. Or you can ignore it and forget it. Doesn’t matter but I’m gonna say it anyway.” Slade replied. “You’re a twenty-eight year old man who is terrified to let anyone in. You act like you just want to have fun and live life but that’s bullshit. You’re scared.” He knew it because he knew Ben. “You’re scared like I was scared.”
“So, fine. Have your fine. Fuck around as much as you want. Leave a trail of broken hearts if you want. As long as it’s not anyone I care about. But, there will come a day when you wake up and you realize you’re completely alone and that scares the shit out of you more than getting hurt. And by then? It’s too late.”
Slade shook his head. “I’ve said my piece. We’re done.”