[It's quite likely Dixon would, for all his faults. It's not an absence of decency so much as a presence of overriding rage and impulsiveness that drives the worst of him. There are elements of the word 'protect and serve' that have stuck with him, residual and skimpy but there nonetheless.]
Don't you talk shit about my momma, Robbie. [But Dixon's not serious. He can tell when he's being joked at and when he's being jabbed at. It's only the latter that throws him off kilter every single time.
His hands keep shaking as he tries to get the gravel out of his palm, to the point where after a moment, he takes a deep breath and gives up. He doesn't even want to try with his face and neck.]
You mind helping out a little extra? [He doesn't want to explain that he's shaking like a leaf for reasons that have nothing to do with the pain of the burns.]
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[It's quite likely Dixon would, for all his faults. It's not an absence of decency so much as a presence of overriding rage and impulsiveness that drives the worst of him. There are elements of the word 'protect and serve' that have stuck with him, residual and skimpy but there nonetheless.]
Don't you talk shit about my momma, Robbie. [But Dixon's not serious. He can tell when he's being joked at and when he's being jabbed at. It's only the latter that throws him off kilter every single time.
His hands keep shaking as he tries to get the gravel out of his palm, to the point where after a moment, he takes a deep breath and gives up. He doesn't even want to try with his face and neck.]
You mind helping out a little extra? [He doesn't want to explain that he's shaking like a leaf for reasons that have nothing to do with the pain of the burns.]