"It's not... a [you] thing, you ain't asked me t'do [nothin'] like that. But I didn't tell you no. So... maybe I'm more like him than I wanna be.
Christ, I feel like I'm yappin' a lot, sorry."
Christ, I feel like I'm yappin' a lot, sorry."
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He closed his eyes for a second, trying to sort the thoughts pounding through his brain. Did he want to steer the conversation, keep it on the things that were the lesser of the evils? Or did he let Eddie +
Oliver’s hand instinctively reached for his coat pocket, the tremors coming on as his nerves skyrocketed past what he considered acceptable levels. He didn’t need Jet, it just made him be able to function. God, he wished she hadn’t said that.
He forced his hand +
Ain’t nobody else even puts up with me enough to consider them a friend.” +
"I wasn't ever gonna, Oliver. You're... a lil rough 'round the edges, yeah, but who ain't? You've done me a lotta good turns these last couple months."
She holds out a hand,
"I [wanna] be your friend, that ain't changin' none. It's bein' your employee that I dunno about, and that's just cause... I dunno, shit. Me'n employers don't got the best track record t'start with.