TV reflected in his pupils and my eyes narrowed. I gave him a playful jab with my elbow. "Hey, don’t be an ass; just say thanks." He added after rubbing his side where I jabbed him with exaggerated motions. "I know you let me off easy. No retard just throws a grenade, runs toward it, and stands there, waiting for it to blow up." He managed a tragic expression which was easily killed by the theatrical manner he placed his hand on his chest. "I can’t believe you’d accuse me of