Music Club XXIX

Justin: Hiya. Where’s Bull?

Harry: Went out for beers. He’s stockpiling them for his Eighteenth.

Justin: That’s months away

Harry: He was a scout. Likes to be prepared.

Justin: Bull, a scout? I didn’t know that.

Harry: There’s plenty you don’t know about him

Justin: What’s that mean?

Harry: Nothing. Forget it.

Justin: Why don’t you like me, Harry?

Harry: Who says I don’t?

Justin: You’ve made it pretty clear

Harry: Bull would’ve beaten up someone like you without hesitation...until you came along

Justin: Isn’t that a parallax?

Harry: You’ve corrupted him somehow. Made him weak.

Justin: He never beat you up

Harry: Yeah, he did. Lots of times.

Justin: And you’re still friends with him?

Harry: I never cried, I never told. I earned his friendship. You haven’t earned anything.

Justin: Bull’s a good person now. He’s left all that behind.

Harry: Of course he hasn’t. This is just a phase. You’ll see. I don’t know why he’s developed this blind spot with you, but sooner or later he’ll remember who he really is. And you’d better get out of the way when he does.