“Sir? Sir? Your shipping code?” The courier’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts.
The people inside the next apartment had clearly heard as well.
Just as the courier left, Eugene walked over with a bright smile.
“Dude, Zee said I keep having nightmares, so she bought this place. From now on, we’re neighbors!”
He stepped closer and then patted my shoulder, looking all cheerful and friendly.
This guy took my place—there was no way I’d ever like him, so I ignored him and turned to go back inside.
But suddenly, that lunatic punched himself in the face and stumbled backward—right into a worker carrying a cabinet.
His lower back slammed against the sharp edge of the cabinet.
“Ah!” he cried out in pain.
Hearing the commotion, Zelda rushed out.
She lifted him, her eyes overflowing with concern.
She gently blew on his injured face.
Then, she turned to me, looking completely stunned.
“The heck, Wallace? Are you some kind of psycho? You just go around hitting people?”
Eugene’s face was pale.
“Zee, don’t scold Wallace. It’s me—I shouldn’t have moved in and disturbed you. He’s only upset because he cares about you. Me? I’m just a burden.”
“How could you be a burden? You’re my little brother!”