junkyardteen.

he’s right.    and she’s willing to  bet  he knows that,  more than he’s letting on.    hesitates before snatching the bill out of his hand and shoving it in her pocket,  head down.    she can’t look him in the eye when she’s milking his paycheck for booze and drugs.    makes her feel like  shit.     ❛     it ain’t like that.     ❜     but it is.     ❛     …  you goin’ t’ work ?     ❜

‘     do what you gotta do,   bullet.     ’       cigarette flicked away as he starts down the street.    if he’s surprised at the way she’s still dogging at his heels,   he doesn’t show it.    what she does on her own time is out of his hands,   but that’s hard to reconcile with the part of him that feels  responsible.       ‘     yup.    caught a case and the new LT’s been ridin’ my ass about all that  pied piper  paperwork.    like linden says    —    clock never stops.     ’