The weight of regret carried with it the weight of exhaustion. James felt his head start to nod forward, and he fought to lean backward, into Oliver, instead of into the horse’s neck. He tried to keep his eyes open, squinting ahead for what could’ve been a minute, or could’ve been anfew seconds before his eyes glued shut.
He rocked backward as Oliver spoke. Somehow, it felt nice to know that he wasn’t the only one who felt like they were letting their family down. Not that he’d say that out loud.
James heard Oliver fall silent as James’s head leaned back into the man’s shoulder. He smelled terrible and sickly sweet all at once, but the scent didn’t register as anything besides disgusting as James felt his mind drift from consciousness.
He heard Oliver’s final words in his sleepy haze, and he latched onto them.
Pay for what? Promise what? His mind had questions, and he chose to remember before sleep overtook him.
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