Kyle's POV"I am not drunk. I am—" Morton paused. Considered this. "—okay yes I'm very drunk. But in my defense, my baby brother just got married and I was the best man and there were many, many toasts.""How many?""Seventeen. I counted." He let go of the doorframe. Tried to walk in a straight line toward the chair. Failed. Course-corrected. Overcorrected. Ended up doing this weird zigzag pattern that would have been funny if he wasn't also clearly about to fall over.Dr. Norbu stepped aside smoothly. Like he'd anticipated this exact scenario.Morton collapsed into the chair the doctor had just vacated. His long legs sprawling out. His head falling back against the cushion."This chair is comfortable," he announced. "Why is hospital furniture so comfortable? Regular furniture should be this comfortable. I should buy hospital furniture for my house.""Morton," I said. "Why are you here?""Because you're my best friend." He lifted his head. Looked at me with bloodshot eyes. "I have so
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