but he’s not !HE’S NOT A LIAR ! he wouldn’t lie ! there’s no need !frown deepens, there’s a heavy huff through his nose. can feel a little tantrum coming on, though not in fury nor agitation. just wants tucker to believe him. HE’LL CRY. in fact, he is. face scrunches, he leans heavily against the door, chest feels heavy, compressed, like something is CRUSHING HIM.
“ i ain’t, “ he whines. “ i ain’t a liar. i ain’t evah lie to yous evah evah ! “ more tears fall, bottom lip quivers. “ i ain’t love no boy like yous ! not EVAH ! i ain’t like hurtin’ yous, i swears it. i ain’t like it at all. lemme make it bettah, yeah— ? pleasepleaseplease ? “
nononononono! lyinglyinglyinglying!
he didn’t stop. so he liked hurting him. what a HYPOCRITICAL boy. doesn’t hate rudiger but told him he did. still, if he killed the other in cold blood, he would keep him, eat him. there is the difference he sees. tucker won’t look at him, mind filled with a new - found hostility towards mary grace. before, the thing was simply indifferent, now it sees her as a wedge between himself and rudi.
like his own sister, consistently putting oceans before his father, his mother, even the damn wolves. his own desires, his own needs. can’t have anything to himself, all for himself. knows rudi fucks other people, lets them touch him ( can smell it ) and still has been able to resist —— albeit suffer greatly —— the temptation himself. ❛ ———— how? ❜
