Look, you have to let me have a little fun. Something.
[ Because he's not, he's miserable, he's been so upset for so fucking long and he hates it. He's sick of it; he misses being a happy dick with his friends, misses the stupid jokes and Sarge's rants and everything everyone did that felt like home. He's sick of mourning. He's sick of guessing if people are okay.
He sick of being in this bed and having these expectations placed on him that he can't ever fucking reach. Not being a petty dick? That's just the end of it. He's not saying he'd teabag these assholes (though he would); he's just needs a good punch.
Needs a good something.
He had a good something with Sonia.]
Yeah, you totally are. What would you call it then?
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[ Because he's not, he's miserable, he's been so upset for so fucking long and he hates it. He's sick of it; he misses being a happy dick with his friends, misses the stupid jokes and Sarge's rants and everything everyone did that felt like home. He's sick of mourning. He's sick of guessing if people are okay.
He sick of being in this bed and having these expectations placed on him that he can't ever fucking reach. Not being a petty dick? That's just the end of it. He's not saying he'd teabag these assholes (though he would); he's just needs a good punch.
Needs a good something.
He had a good something with Sonia.]
Yeah, you totally are. What would you call it then?