[He doesn't answer her for a while. He honestly expected this to be about the information. One more colossal pile of shit to clean up. Because of some uppity little asshole who got a pass to everything because life was so cruel to him. Because life wasn't fair to poor fucking Tetsuo.]
[Yeah, life was a piece of shit to guys like Krem and Dorian and Charlie, too. Guys who just wanted to be left the hell alone and be themselves. To half his fucking Chargers, and none of them got a free pass to do whatever they wanted. They all had to toughen up. Accept things, unless they wanted to get their heads lopped off or sold into slavery, or worse. While an idiot teenager with an anger problem got to play kind of the world.]
[Talk about fucking unfair.]
[He opens the fridge a little harder than strictly necessary, cracking the beer bottle open with his bare hand, instead of a convenient opener. That helps, somewhat, to take the edge off. Nevertheless, he shrugs at her, keeping his face purposefully neutral.]
That's the most important kind of 'okay', though, right? Sort of hard to handle anything else if you're not breathing.
[Avoiding? Him? Never. But he's the Iron fucking Bull. He's expected to be fine, to be okay with all this crap, and...]
this got feels-y im sorry
[He doesn't answer her for a while. He honestly expected this to be about the information. One more colossal pile of shit to clean up. Because of some uppity little asshole who got a pass to everything because life was so cruel to him. Because life wasn't fair to poor fucking Tetsuo.]
[Yeah, life was a piece of shit to guys like Krem and Dorian and Charlie, too. Guys who just wanted to be left the hell alone and be themselves. To half his fucking Chargers, and none of them got a free pass to do whatever they wanted. They all had to toughen up. Accept things, unless they wanted to get their heads lopped off or sold into slavery, or worse. While an idiot teenager with an anger problem got to play kind of the world.]
[Talk about fucking unfair.]
[He opens the fridge a little harder than strictly necessary, cracking the beer bottle open with his bare hand, instead of a convenient opener. That helps, somewhat, to take the edge off. Nevertheless, he shrugs at her, keeping his face purposefully neutral.]
That's the most important kind of 'okay', though, right? Sort of hard to handle anything else if you're not breathing.
[Avoiding? Him? Never. But he's the Iron fucking Bull. He's expected to be fine, to be okay with all this crap, and...]
[And someone should be.]