[A half-smile flickers across his mouth (it doesn’t get anywhere near his eyes) when she tells him it’s the right call. He takes his victories where he can.
It’s the next thing she says that twinges, though, and the ice pick feeling in his back stand with sympathy to the flinch in his brain. It’s advice he’s gotten before. It’s advice he stopped trying to follow as soon as it became clear that back in Ebbing he was free from any sort of real consequence. Now the muscle’s atrophied from a barely-there status to start.
Consequences matter in a small group. They matter even more when you’re trying to - not impress someone really - make par with someone whose approval you want.
It’s all easier said than done.]
Do you ever get that impulse to just fuck someone up?
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It’s the next thing she says that twinges, though, and the ice pick feeling in his back stand with sympathy to the flinch in his brain. It’s advice he’s gotten before. It’s advice he stopped trying to follow as soon as it became clear that back in Ebbing he was free from any sort of real consequence. Now the muscle’s atrophied from a barely-there status to start.
Consequences matter in a small group. They matter even more when you’re trying to - not impress someone really - make par with someone whose approval you want.
It’s all easier said than done.]
Do you ever get that impulse to just fuck someone up?