[ Yeah, and how does Scott plan on locating him in what amounts to a wasteland the size of Canada? Whatever, it's not his problem what Scott wastes his time on. ]
Who says it's you I'm worried about?
[ 'Cause he's not. (He is.) Summers is right: somehow, Scott trying to be sincere, slinging his gratitude, it only digs that much further under his skin. His eyes narrow as Scott's shirt comes off, and he's left with the distinct urge to jump into the delivery truck outside and drive it off the nearest fuckin' cliff. Would prefer that over standing here, listening to Scott lecture him on sticking together for a tenth fucking time.
He slams a hand down on the box Scott's reaching for. His voice drops low. ] Save it. I don't need to hear it from you. You've got no idea what it's been like sinceโ
[ He stops short. Damn it. He grips the handholds. If Scott doesn't tug back, he'll yank it right out of Scott's grip. ]
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Who says it's you I'm worried about?
[ 'Cause he's not. (He is.) Summers is right: somehow, Scott trying to be sincere, slinging his gratitude, it only digs that much further under his skin. His eyes narrow as Scott's shirt comes off, and he's left with the distinct urge to jump into the delivery truck outside and drive it off the nearest fuckin' cliff. Would prefer that over standing here, listening to Scott lecture him on sticking together for a tenth fucking time.
He slams a hand down on the box Scott's reaching for. His voice drops low. ] Save it. I don't need to hear it from you. You've got no idea what it's been like sinceโ
[ He stops short. Damn it. He grips the handholds. If Scott doesn't tug back, he'll yank it right out of Scott's grip. ]
Just gimme that.