...John was probably right. He hated to think about it, but it was the most logical and safest course of action.

He didn't want Flynn to leave at all.

He looks back up at him, his brows furrowed.

"Don't apologize. It's not you, man."

Flynn asking him terrible things. Things that no one should ever know.

Things that were now in the open.

So much pain.

His arm still hurts.

"I know that. Of course I know that." His voice is steady, adamant. "Like I said. It's the town. The town did this, not you. Don't ever, ever blame yourself."