King Gabriel’s POV
“Ah f**k!! Remember I only have one f*****g leg you dickhead!!” Rhys shouts as he hauls his ass up off the floor of the gym.
“How could I forget? You never stop going on about it.” I reply jokingly, lifting my fists again.
“What’s going on guys? Need a hand Rhys?” Griff asks with a grin as he walks towards us.
“No… he needs a leg apparently.” I answer, causing Griff to scoff in return.
“Yeah… ha-fuc-king-ha, you assholes” Rhys says, shaking his head as I put my hand out to help him up.
It might seem cruel to an outsider looking in, but over these past months it seems that humour is the thing that has helped Rhys settle into his new reality the most. At first, it didn’t quite feel right to me, to be cracking any kind of joke about the situation, but after Rhys
