I’m twenty-four.” It was all he could say when his soul felt like it had been cut to shreds. He’d never realized how much Blake didn’t like him. Blake’s eyes narrowed. “Then fucking act like it. You’re entitled to shit, and the sooner you realize that, the better. If you want something, anything, you’re gonna have to work hard for it. And you’d better learn how to ask for help, because people aren’t lining up to help you.”
Another example of unhelpful assholery. This guy is supposed to be a safe space for the abused and battered? He's off to a great start...
