"You're my favorite everything, Diego. I'm going to find a way to make you remember that." She leaned in and gave him another soft kiss, because he was there and she could.
"Not a P.I., that's for sure. But I kinda fell into it. I was good at being nosy and shit at doing nine to fives. The amount of middle age managers that I scared the piss out of while trying to smile and play nice is more than it should be on just attitude." She scared them. She'd tried to play good, tried to color in the lines like everyone else, be as normal as a person who wasn't could be.
Dipping into the box with her chopsticks, she picked up a bundle of noodles and moved to hold them up to his mouth. Things she liked doing; feeding him. She liked taking care of him. She knew he'd either been ignored growing up or felt he had to do the protecting. So when she could, when it wouldn't hurt his ego too much, she fussed.
"I don't really think I thought about growing up and being anything. Sometimes I might have wanted to be a musician. Or a journalist. Or... I don't know. Kid stuff. After the accident, I just tried to make it from one day to the next. Turns out, I don't do people very well. Or, they don't do me. I just don't have the capacity to keep bullshitting everything's okay when it's not. And I won't sit there and take the blame for some manager's fuck up, or be told I can't have a human life because I work in a box."
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"Not a P.I., that's for sure. But I kinda fell into it. I was good at being nosy and shit at doing nine to fives. The amount of middle age managers that I scared the piss out of while trying to smile and play nice is more than it should be on just attitude." She scared them. She'd tried to play good, tried to color in the lines like everyone else, be as normal as a person who wasn't could be.
Dipping into the box with her chopsticks, she picked up a bundle of noodles and moved to hold them up to his mouth. Things she liked doing; feeding him. She liked taking care of him. She knew he'd either been ignored growing up or felt he had to do the protecting. So when she could, when it wouldn't hurt his ego too much, she fussed.
"I don't really think I thought about growing up and being anything. Sometimes I might have wanted to be a musician. Or a journalist. Or... I don't know. Kid stuff. After the accident, I just tried to make it from one day to the next. Turns out, I don't do people very well. Or, they don't do me. I just don't have the capacity to keep bullshitting everything's okay when it's not. And I won't sit there and take the blame for some manager's fuck up, or be told I can't have a human life because I work in a box."