he’s not quite sure WHAT TO SAY to that. all of his favorites. what does that imply ? that he has more boys under his boot ? not true ! not ENTIRELY. frown returns, he doesn’t want tucker to pull away. “ i don’t got nobody else, baby. “ he’s convinced himself that’s true. ANYONE ELSE IS JUST A FUCK. tucker ? he’s more than that. always has been, always will be.
“ all i gots is yous, mary, n’ elodie. YER ALL VERY IMPORTANT. ain’tcha sistah important t’yous ? yous ain’t evah let me see her n’ whenevah i said mean things ‘bout her yous got mad. it’s the same wit’ mary ! she ain’t my FAVORITE. yous is. i just ain’t want her hurt. don’tcha undahstand? “
❛ mh.❜ tucker looks down, palms skimming the surface of water, lightly slapping it. he watches loose ripples, rudiger’s voice weaving in and out of his attention. ❛ why i can’t see ‘em, then? ‘lisha wanna hurt ya, KILL ya. she don’t like ya ‘cus i like ya.❜ he exhales, fingers lifting to a sore nose. ❛ naw, it’s different, rudi. jojo’s me’n’i’m jojo, see? f’ya hurt her, ya hurt me … i feel it. mary don’t even like ya, ain’t it? ❜ what a mean sister.
he pushes hair from his eyes, hates fighting. he’s too lazy to keep it up. ❛ ya wanna … sit in here wi’me?❜
