Close enough to fuck was close enough to shank him with a dagger hidden in the crease of some chick's jean shorts.

“He turned the Corner onto Third Street and went up the block to Cup O'Joe. "Hey…”

“D snorted. “Gotta be prepared.” He looked up at Jack’s face, frowning. “What?” …”

“Feelings come in packs, D. Let one loose and they all want to run together.”

“Stud,” D repeated, growly and low. Jack snorted. “You got a better word for a g…”