Plans without trust (2)

George threw the bottle of pills at Owen which the latter caught with the flick of his wrist.

"Take one," George said with finality.

Owen didn't like the obvious show of distrust, but if the roles were reversed, Owen would do the same. He didn't want to fuss about it. If George or James wanted to harm him, they would do it already.

Owen took one white pill and placed it on his tongue for George to see, and then he swallowed it.

"Are you going to ask me to leave?" Owen asked George after returning the bottle with the remaining pills.

"That would be for the best," George said. "However, considering what you know, I can't afford leaving you out of my sight."

"You don't trust me."

"Do you trust me?" George responded with a question.

Owen puffed his cheeks. George was right. They had no reason to trust each other. Owen was acting like an ass for years and a simple sorry won't fix it. "Now what?"