“Then you’ll just have to keep me around where I can keep fucking up. And I will try my fucking best to figure out new, exciting ways of fucking up instead of—instead of the same old hateful, boring ones. Alright?” He loathed this. He felt shaky and fragile in his chest, as if he were about to shatter. Fuck it. He slogged forward through the muck. “You don’t need to give me another chance or any of that bullshit. Because that was the last bloody time that happens, ever.”
