Snow carefully held the small piece of cloth between his teeth, dabbing carefully just under the eye of the lanky unicorn opposite him. Teacup winced away, muttering a curse between clenched teeth "Stoppit" he hissed. Snow pulled back, dropping the cloth "You look a mess Teacup. Just let me stop the blood" he asked him. Teacup glared back beneath a shaggy crimson mane but said nothing as Snow picked up the cloth and wiped away the last traces from the cut under his eye "Your lucky he didn't get your eye out" he told him. Teacup laughed, his eyes cold
"Oh he would've loved that. Brave stallion, still takes care of the cripple" he spat the last words like bullets.
"You should tell somepony Teacup" Snow whispered helplessly, closing his eyes.
"And end up where? I'll be alright" Teacup replied, staring straight ahead, eyes dark.
"We'll live like kings when we grow up, right Teacup?" Snow sighed, closing his eyes. Teacup smiled at the younger colt's dreams, lifting a hoof and placing it on Snow's head like he was trying to offer some kind of comfort "Yeah. When we grow up" he echoed. He wasn't so sure of the dream. Forget living like a king. Growing up would be a miracle.