"I hate doing shit like that," Mike says once they're both in the car. He exhales, loudly, and doesn't seem to realize his cigarette has actually gone out. His seatbelt goes on and he's running his hands through his hair, pushing it back--he's washed his face and hands so they were blood free at least. Had a hoodie on him, too, so he's covered. Still annoyed, apparently.
"Hey--good job, by the way. I know that shit isn't easy." He means it, too, and starts to rub at his chin. "We have to make a stop before home, though. Real quick one." He's pushing Billy, he knows. He has to push everyone, though. Has to. Especially if they're getting a little too close to him. Or he's getting a little too attached.
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Date: 2015-07-19 08:25 am (UTC)"Hey--good job, by the way. I know that shit isn't easy." He means it, too, and starts to rub at his chin. "We have to make a stop before home, though. Real quick one." He's pushing Billy, he knows. He has to push everyone, though. Has to. Especially if they're getting a little too close to him. Or he's getting a little too attached.
"You alright to do that?"