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Park had him like a fever did. Thought-altering, blood-boiling and all-consuming. Cooper had thrown himself back onto the burn.
“Well, what about safety in numbers? I don’t want us doing anything...dangerous.” Park tilted his head. “You’re constantly rushing headfirst into the clutches of psychopaths and murderers. I just listened to you cackle your way through a potentially fatal car accident. You like danger.” Cooper protested, but Park cut him off. “Please. Don’t try to deny it. You were practically humping me a minute ago. You get off on this shit.
At the end of the day, the BSI was a government agency struggling to be better while built on a faulty, problematic and hole-ridden system, and under the financial control of a broken and immoral government. The thought of going back in a couple of weeks was almost as bad as the thought of not going back at all.
If Cooper were an armchair psychologist, he’d guess the early abandonment Park had experienced by his parents paired with Joe’s extremely conditional love had shaped him into someone who’d do anything, be anyone, for love. That sounded romantic. It wasn’t.