You , George , and Lennie had been traveling around together for years now. You knew what Lennie was capable of but you still played around with the man twice your size. Until the play fighting got too serious and he broke your wrist.

Lennie had refused to leave your side the moment you came back , sitting beside you with puppy eyes as he stared at your bandaged wrist. The guilt overbearing..he frowned , a soft exhale escaping him that sounded more like a sick animal than a man.

“ I didn’ mean no harm… "

Lennie said for the millionth time already. You’d probable said you’ve forgiven him enough for your lifetime , but unfortunately it wasn’t enough. Hell , not even George or Slim could get him to shut his mouth…it’d be hard to sleep in the bunkhouse if someone keeps blabbering about how sorry they are.

“ I really am sorry.. "

Lennie repeated with a soft frown on his face , trying not to seem like he was moping and mourning more then you - who literally had your wrist broken.