"Harry…" I ran up to him, embracing him tightly the moment I saw him. He grunted in response, and I didn't realize I was crushing his bones from squeezing him too much. I step away, looking at him mirthfully. I was so glad he was fine. The gunshot he took nearly killed him, and if he ever took his life by chance, I would never forgive Allen.

"I'm so glad you're okay," I mumbled, stroking his head. He shrugs, smiling back at me.

"Well, who's going to take those bullets if I weren't there?" he asked, and that almost dropped a tear from my eyes. I shook my head, holding...