“I hope you brought earplugs,” Mac jokes, as they round a corner and the construction site comes into view. The noise of the equipment is almost deafening now, a steady drone that pounds against the inside of Austin’s skull. “I wish,” he mutters, shoving his hands in his pockets.
“I’ll be careful,” he lies. what a great lie austin. what a great thing to say that in no way implies bad things will continue to happen to you.