"Right, 'cause you really need help with that whole angry redneck holed up in his hut with his guns thing you got goin'," I say, rolling my eyes.
He's right. This sucks. It feels weird, being this angry at the island for something like this. Something that seems like a prank, but I don't understand why the rest of us get something we like, and he's just left being pissed off.
If I'm being honest, what I want is to see him happy. Just for... fuck, for five minutes. Five minutes'd be nice.
Shifting my weight from foot to foot, I say, "You need help? Movin' it or whatever."
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Date: 2012-02-02 05:50 am (UTC)He's right. This sucks. It feels weird, being this angry at the island for something like this. Something that seems like a prank, but I don't understand why the rest of us get something we like, and he's just left being pissed off.
If I'm being honest, what I want is to see him happy. Just for... fuck, for five minutes. Five minutes'd be nice.
Shifting my weight from foot to foot, I say, "You need help? Movin' it or whatever."