He left twenty dollars on the bar—too much for water, too little for a miracle. Elara pocketed it for the “Repack Fund,” which was just a coffee can labeled Emergency Rosemary .
Leo nodded.
Sully blinked. “I’ve got nothing left to trust with.” bartender repack
For a full minute, nothing happened. Then Sully’s shoulders dropped two inches. His jaw unclenched. He looked up at Leo, and for the first time, his eyes weren’t hollow. They were tired, yes. But they were there. He left twenty dollars on the bar—too much
Leo watched him from the corner. Sully wasn’t a problem. He was a wound. And wounds didn’t need a bouncer. They needed a repack. Sully blinked
Leo called it the “Repack Kit.”
Leo leaned on the bar. “That’s a lot of packing to undo in one night.”