I tried to kneel up, so I could be level with Clint who knelt beside me, but my legs hurt when I moved and my muscles felt like they were on fire.
"I'll carry you home," Clint said, leaning over me.
The hell you will, Clint Dempsey, I'll walk home by myself.
Clint's face fell, his eyes looked watery, shining in what little was left of the light.
I don't mean by myself, Clint, I said quickly, holding up my hands for him to help me. I mean - I mean I don't need anybody's help. But I'll walk with you.