It's complicated, how he feels. Chuck barely even fought it which...which should be good, but it still stings. It's stupid and he knows that. Selfish, too.
He can't help it, though.
Chuck's been...phenomenally amazing about it, honestly. Raleigh expected backlash. Guilt tripping. Screaming at him about how he should've said something sooner or how it's all his fault anyway. But it's just...been radio silence from everyone.
Except Yancy but that's his brother and that's to be expected. He keeps getting where the fuck are you texts and finally...finally he responds.
Yancy's pissed. He gets it, but he's fucking pissed. Yancy even fights it a little.
C'mon. Talk to me. To him.
Ha, yeah right. That's like sticking a hand into a vipers nest.
You love him.
I'm also afraid of him, Jesus Christ he has a mouth full of nails.
So stand up to him. Don't take his shit. You sure don't take mine.
I don't want to do this with you, Yancy.
Too fucking bad. I want you back. I want him back. I want this to work.
I wanted it to work too but do you know what it's like, having to just fucking wait your turn?
Yeah. I do. You think it's been sunshine and roses for me? Waiting for you to finish fucking him in the bedroom so I can go to sleep?
Lucky him. He didn't get to experience that pleasure. That waiting around, hoping that we don't prefer each other over him. Must be nice.
Jesus Raleigh. Stop being like this.
But he can't. He's bitter and he's angry and he's hurting. Maybe it's all his fault as usual, but it fucking hurts him too.
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It's complicated, how he feels. Chuck barely even fought it which...which should be good, but it still stings. It's stupid and he knows that. Selfish, too.
He can't help it, though.
Chuck's been...phenomenally amazing about it, honestly. Raleigh expected backlash. Guilt tripping. Screaming at him about how he should've said something sooner or how it's all his fault anyway. But it's just...been radio silence from everyone.
Except Yancy but that's his brother and that's to be expected. He keeps getting where the fuck are you texts and finally...finally he responds.
Yancy's pissed. He gets it, but he's fucking pissed. Yancy even fights it a little.
C'mon. Talk to me. To him.
Ha, yeah right. That's like sticking a hand into a vipers nest.
You love him.
I'm also afraid of him, Jesus Christ he has a mouth full of nails.
So stand up to him. Don't take his shit. You sure don't take mine.
I don't want to do this with you, Yancy.
Too fucking bad. I want you back. I want him back. I want this to work.
I wanted it to work too but do you know what it's like, having to just fucking wait your turn?
Yeah. I do. You think it's been sunshine and roses for me? Waiting for you to finish fucking him in the bedroom so I can go to sleep?
Lucky him. He didn't get to experience that pleasure. That waiting around, hoping that we don't prefer each other over him. Must be nice.
Jesus Raleigh. Stop being like this.
But he can't. He's bitter and he's angry and he's hurting. Maybe it's all his fault as usual, but it fucking hurts him too.