“You should’ve kept better care of it. Now you can’t walk on it.”

Patrick spits, sighing softly and helping his best friend fit the ice pack back onto their swollen ankle, frowning as he hissed in pain.

“You okay? Might’ve been a little too aggressive applying it.”

He hums, sucking his teeth and glancing around before pressing his chewed gum into his palm, passing it to the other man.

“Here. Good luck charm.”