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He can see the way she falls into her own head, into her thoughts. He knows she never wanted to be a mother, especially not to a son. He tsks his tongue. “I know you don't know, darling.”
Hands move to rest at the small of her back, peering down at her. “If you'd like to ask +
A sigh from his lips, hand reaching up to rub over his face. “How do 𝘺𝘰𝘶 think I should handle him, doll? Since, suddenly, you want to be a mother.”
A raise of his brow as he looks down at her, a stoic expression on his face.
“I have the keys to his car after the comment he made about 'running away'. Where he sleeps at night doesn't concern us. Hell, if he wants to act like a dog, he can sleep on the porch like one for all I care."
“I'm sure he knows better than to be telling our business to anyone who's nosey. He knows he has to uphold our reputation around here.”
𝓾𝓷𝘧𝘰̲𝘳̲𝘨̲𝘦̲𝘵̲𝘵̲𝘢̲𝘣𝘭𝘦. retweeted
my rot is as hungry as me． and when god asks me about love， i always respond with cruelty． i know no other answer ﹔ know no other question． yes， love can be the violence．
Danny shakes his head with a disapproving click of his tongue. "Son, I don't give a fuck if Raegan himself asked you to help him. When I ask for you home, I expect you home. Do I make myself clear?" He keeps his tone sickingly calm.
grabs Steve by the collar of his shirt to slam him back into the wall behind him. "Oh? Claudia wants to know how I'm doing?" He asks through gritted teeth, knuckles almost white from the grip on his son's shirt.
"I've been 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 +
𝓾𝓷𝘧𝘰̲𝘳̲𝘨̲𝘦̲𝘵̲𝘵̲𝘢̲𝘣𝘭𝘦. retweeted
——— @MRSHARRINGT0N / @ofabsences
Danny's not an idiot. He heard his son's car pull up five minutes ago, and still no sight of the boy? He makes his way to the door, pulling it open roughly to be met with the sight of his son pacing the porch. A scoff. How pathetic.
