[ Why is he always like this? It's a good fucking question.
Instead of answering it, Krouse rolls onto his back, staring up at the night sky. He takes another deep drag off his cigarette and exhales a cloud of grey against the stars. ]
I don't think he really wants to fucking deal with me right now.
[ He's not bitter about Gorgug's anger at him. He's bitter that he's the kind of person who brings that out of people. That he deserves it. That he couldn't be better, for once, when he fucking needed to be.
Of course Fabian has a goddamn motorcycle. ]
But fine. Yeah. I'm with you.
[ Because how can he say no? How could he possibly fucking say no? ]
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Instead of answering it, Krouse rolls onto his back, staring up at the night sky. He takes another deep drag off his cigarette and exhales a cloud of grey against the stars. ]
I don't think he really wants to fucking deal with me right now.
[ He's not bitter about Gorgug's anger at him. He's bitter that he's the kind of person who brings that out of people. That he deserves it. That he couldn't be better, for once, when he fucking needed to be.
Of course Fabian has a goddamn motorcycle. ]
But fine. Yeah. I'm with you.
[ Because how can he say no? How could he possibly fucking say no? ]