What, that you're actually itchin' to get back to this? That you'd rather be on the road with Sam than home with them every night? Please. You haven't even faced up to it yourself and it's written all over your fuckin' face, yo. You got the itch and you're lookin' to scratch it. Maybe you won't break down and do it today. Maybe not a month from now. But eventually? Eventually you're gonna go so fuckin' stir crazy that you blow it all.
Fuck you, Faith. You don't know half of it *He snarled, shoulders rolling up as he bristled. Maybe it was because she was hitting something he was trying to ignore, but he wasn't just going to roll over and let her talk to him like she had a right to*
Don't I? I tried runnin' away. Granted, I had a borrowed family and friends that I was playin' house with. Hell, I was kinda in a borrowed body, but still. Point is this-- it's bullshit. Eventually it catches up with you and no matter how many pretty little fuckin' lies and half truths you got goin'? They all come crashin' down. Hard. Fuck the house of cards, we're talkin' skyscrapers here. Never mind me, yo. Denial is a go, I get that. Your girl might not take too kindly to you throwing out offers though. *Faith winked, overly flirtatious despite knowing that the fuck you had been anything but an offer.*
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