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“When are you tying the knot?” They refuse to make eye contact with each other as a blanket of awkwardness passes over them. My work here is done.
“Statistically, Zeus has probably already had sex with the new guy anyway.”
Iris and I love the fuck out of each other. Platonically.
Dick will remain in pants at all times.
here I am, living my own apocalypse, and I keep going.
At first, I think he broke my face, but it’s okay. It’s just my phone screen. I hold my chest and breathe in relief.
At what point did I stop being a victim and really become a bad guy? The first time I took Stephen back after he hurt me? The second? When he and David took me to secret meetings with assholes like the one I’m about to face and involved me in all their shit? Or was it when I had no morals left, only fear, and the only thing getting me through was my survival instincts? I chose my survival over people I care about. I’m selfish.
Stephen was right: I do deserve to be treated badly because it’s not as if I’m any better than him.
Me, voluntarily turning myself over to the fuckwits Stephen was involved with? No sane person would do it. So, actually, yeah, checks out. Because as much as I like to think I have a good head on my shoulders, my life choices so far leave a lot to be desired.
Tell me what it is you truly want.” A husband who takes care of me. A white picket fence. Children who have happy homes instead of the childhood I had. I want a lot of things that I can’t have.
The only thing I’ve ever craved from a partner. To be choked in bed but loved outside of it. Is that so much to ask?
Maybe Zeus doesn’t understand how poker works.
He finally loses the shirt, and I get it now. He hasn’t been sent here to straight up kill me. He needs to torture me first.
I’m suddenly seeing what it was like for any of my commanding officers to put up with me, and if this is some kind of karmic justice, I’ve well and truly learned my lesson.
“Did you hear me?” “I heard you,” Zeus says. “I’m just ignoring you because that’s the worst idea in the history of ideas.”
“Let’s get this set up, and then I’ll make you a deal. I’ll tell you something about my sister for every bad thought or feeling you dump into the pile.” Callie turns and looks around the heap of trash. “Nope. There’s no way you have enough here to cover every bad thought running through my head.” “I can’t tell if you’re serious or joking.” Callie sighs. “If I’m honest, neither can I.” He picks up a literal kitchen sink. “Can I just put all my thoughts and feelings in this?” “Let’s see if we can get them all to fit.” “I doubt it, but it should get some of the big ones away at least.”
“It’s because relationships are so much work. Why put yourselves through that when you can have fun?” “Ah. Why be serious and deal with your issues when you can pretend everything is fine?” Exactly. “If you don’t get in too deep with anyone, you can’t be hurt to the point you don’t want to live anymore.” “Definitely sounds like you’ve healthily dealt with all your feelings over your sister’s death. Why am I taking advice from you again?”
A string of tomorrows is really all I can hope for.”
I’m only hopelessly, pointlessly, in like with him.
Eww, feelings really are contagious. Soon, the entire team is going to come down with a case of the feels.
Look, I love coffee. I’m a fan of caffeine. But how does he drink that? “That can’t be good for your arteries. How much caffeine is that?” “The perfect amount. Just enough to show up on a tox screen.”
My life is a blank canvas that I can fill with what I choose, and the most fucked-up thing about that is I’ve never had a choice before. I’ve never had this privilege.
