Maybe he's on autopilot.
Maybe he's lost his mind. Or maybe it is just work interview jitters. That thought makes him smile to himself, pretty much the whole drive into the city.
It's stupid. His whole life is so unimaginably stupid.
Cade only has enough sense to know that...
He is an unwanted stranger, a burden. Finch finds a comfortable place to stare at the floor.
Eleonora attempts a vague pleasantry and Finch is too brittle to do more than nod. It feels... beneath him. Or maybe perhaps too far above him.
As if he couldn't be more of an nuisance...
His sister's home, the one he threatened an age ago for striking Damien.
It's the man's childhood home.
The capo is given a little more time to pull himself together before being roused again.
He shakes his head. He can't get up by himself.
If he wasn't bound he could unwedge himself. Pushing...
The closet is tiny. Some are bigger than others, but this one is small.
Sometimes he likes that. There's something comforting about it, like when he holds his hand over his mouth to box the air into his chest.
And it's his. Each room has one, and each one is his.
Sometimes if there's an...
Kaden narrows his eyes at his potential attackers. He hasn't seen these men in a fight, but he doesn't need to. Men of such size usually rely on their brute strength more than anything. Unless they have better gear hidden away, Finch has a chance.
Damien chooses his side, taking up Kaden's...
He has to shower and wash the traces of chlorine out of his hair.
No. No, there's no time for such trivialities.
The capo takes his things, hiding his immodesty behind the blurry divider. He has to dry himself off enough that he's not distracted by the cling of damp clothing; he will be a...
It went...better than she thought it would.
That's not really saying much. Any interaction that begins with a believed suicide doesn't have many directions to go in but up.
"Did he push you in?" Ortiz asks, eyeing the damp clothes sticking to her like a second skin. A note bunched in her...
"Hmm," Cade hums to the evil creature he has in his bed. It feels rude to ignore him, and potentially dangerous.
He could pull off a mohawk. And it would look badass.
Cade plans on opening his eyes again, at some point.
It never happens. Somewhere, he knows he should be experiencing some...
"If I'm being honest, I liked guns and being a cop seemed cool. And it was pretty much the only thing I was good at, almost felt like I was contributing to society for a second there."
And he thought his dad would've noticed him.
It shouldn't be a shock to realize Neil's never contemplated...
Cade nods. Everyone likes movies, right? A tiny escape without ever leaving the chair. And they get a lot better with weed.
Cade was saving this,
but now feels as good a time as any.
As soon as Cade's in his sleeping gear, basically nothing but boxers, he lights up a stick.
Neil is nervous...
Neil teases him without mercy. It stokes the fire in Cade's belly to be pressed up so close, to have Neil kiss him back. It's dangerous, for both of them.
He is a dumbass, there's no arguing that.
If it wasn't such a nebula of feelings and general weirdness, he would ask for a fuck.
The gangster's smile feels like it drops in half the time it takes to blink.
Cade is such an asshole. He stands there, an actual dick, listening to Neil talk about being caught in a warzone and disguising himself out of necessity. Being interfered with at nine years old was a better...
It seems like misinformation to call something like that a water cure. If you didn't know any better, you might think it was refreshing.
Well, Cade doesn't have to think about that anymore.
What else has Neil seen and done?
He takes Cade's hand like he's being given something to hold, like it...
"Because it is."
Treating humans like cattle, especially children, is pretty high up on the worst things you can do to a person.
The weird tension in Cade's shoulders grows into a near presence when Neil smugly tells him he's wrong in the most dramatic way possible. Like it's some victory...
The freak eyes Cade up in a way that makes his skin itch. He does that, to girls mostly.
It's not fair Neil can just say anything he wants, do anything he wants and Cade lets him. Does he really have that little self respect or is he just that fucked in the head? Damn, he doesn't know...
He does like it stirred in.
From the looks of it the leprechaun approves, though Cade's friendly dinner table talk seems to be putting a dampener on it.
Neil acts like it isn't, showing teeth framed with lips that'll maybe go a shade darker soon. He's never seen this guy eat before. Cade's not...
Neil's disgust at the whole, delivering food thing really puts it all into perspective. As if Cade needed more.
There's going to be a beast of fucking rage he's gonna have to wrestle with after this over. More shame, more self loathing, the whole bit. Knowing he's got Ollie on his side might...
Neil jokes about Cade becoming a nurse full time and he chuckles dryly.
That would be funny, all things considered. Evil incarnate actually seems surprised Cade went out of his way to get him something, as if Neil wouldn't have tried to do the same.
Gotta decide if you're going to dig at the...
Cade is balancing the pros and cons of an emergency Marley call when the muscles under his mean touch spasm. Like dominos, the rest of Neil's body goes tight with long suffering life.
A whine Cade never ever would've imagined coming from a guy like this is music to his ears.
And it is a whine...
Cade pushes the hitman's hair out of his face, cradling his head. No horrible green eyes flicker open to light up the rest of his face.
He's dead weight in his hands, the same way he'd been at the tower.
"Get up," Cade orders, and it is a fucking order. His voice stays hard.