Tatum/Rath
He was relieved when she let it drop for once, hoping that he had done enough to remain inconspicuous.
"Well maybe it's you I'm fuckin' worried about," he said dropping his arms to his sides uselessly. "Maybe I know you can take care of your kid but I know ya aint gonna take care of your damn self."
He followed her, a bit like a puppy dog and sat down in front of her, staring at the ground. "I aint nice," he said without looking up. "And lord knows I aint saintly neither," he muttered. He knew he should have just told Seth to drive off.
"I shoulda fuckin' left already. I know ya both hate me, I can't fuckin' blame ya. Hell! I hate me. I just..." his fist clenched into balls at his sides. "Fuck it," he mumbled. "You don't give a fuck, why bother?"
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