[ he should. he should regret it. he would think anyone with even an ounce of sanity left in them would feel like they made a bad choice there, hooking up with someone on their side of the fence, but once he'd sat down and tried to get his head straight about it, that really wasn't the part of it that bothered him. and the other shit was, well. it's hard to face someone when you're hopped up on your own internalised bullshit combined with a need to fight just about everyone and everything that can't ever really be sated, and then you turn around and let them fuck you without even a little pushback. ]
[ but — and he'd never admit it out loud, and definitely not to evan — it was kind of nice to just let go of all that for a little bit. helps that evan doesn't give a shit about him in a really weird, fucked up kind of way. that's why people go to him, he guesses. ]
Nah.
[ he says it after a long, thoughtful pause, lifts his drink to his lips and then pauses with a breath of a laugh when something else occurs to him. ]
Well-- could've done with more than just a little spit.
[ who knew someone could be thankful to get called to trial just because it meant their ass wouldn't be sore anymore and the bruises would be gone. ]
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[ but — and he'd never admit it out loud, and definitely not to evan — it was kind of nice to just let go of all that for a little bit. helps that evan doesn't give a shit about him in a really weird, fucked up kind of way. that's why people go to him, he guesses. ]
Nah.
[ he says it after a long, thoughtful pause, lifts his drink to his lips and then pauses with a breath of a laugh when something else occurs to him. ]
Well-- could've done with more than just a little spit.
[ who knew someone could be thankful to get called to trial just because it meant their ass wouldn't be sore anymore and the bruises would be gone. ]