A Life Debt Repaid novel Chapter 896

Sean said, "Being able to enjoy yourself anytime is part of being alive. If you live too miserably, you'll regret it if you suddenly die."

"Who the hell is dying?!" Patrick snapped in displeasure, pausing for a moment before adding, "Well, I guess you’re worried since you're not exactly young.”

Sean was speechless—Patrick was no older than him, with the man being in the thirties and he himself just reaching forty.

Nonetheless, Patrick took the beer and glass from Sean. While Sean stared at him, he said, "It's no big deal if you die, but I'd be blamed if you died near me. I won't be able to take the responsibility when your whole family comes for my head."

With that, Patrick took a sip from Sean's glass, clearly refusing to let Sean drink.

Sean didn’t fight back since he rarely drank, though he considered that any vice was fine in suitable doses.

And now… Whatever. He didn’t want to argue with Patrick at the moment.

Hence, Sean watched as the man started from sips until he eventually chugged entire glasses.

Sean didn’t stop Patrick—even if alcohol wasn’t a good way to ease one's sorrows, he couldn’t come up with better alternatives for the time being and decided that this had to be it for a moment.

Patrick was drunk soon enough, and lay sprawled over the table while staring at Sean with a muddled gaze. "Do you know how much I loved Cordy?"

"No."

"But you know I prefer men," Patrick mumbled.

"Yeah," Sean replied.

"But I love her anyway," Patrick groaned, his eyes welling with tears. "Hell, I think I'd love Cordy regardless if she's a man or a woman."

"I know," Sean said, playing along.

"I always thought I had a shot," Patrick mumbled, more tears gleaming in his eyes; he looked just like a wounded maiden. "But John Levine just had to be alive. How the hell did he survive? Shouldn't he be blown into pieces?"

Sean shrugged, but John was probably one of those insanely lucky types.

"Be good."

"I refuse."

Sean had no choice but to lean in and help Patrick up again.

His care worker knew his condition, however, and quickly went up, saying, "I can do it, Mr. Cranston."

"It's alright," Sean refused.

"But you're—"

"Just bring some honey for his hangover," Sean said.

"...Yes, Mr. Cranston."