I cover his ass through the whole fucking battle, bandage his wound, don't once imply any sort of disdain or even silent commentary on the fact that he got wounded on what was supposed to be a milk run (and though I can't expect him to give me credit for what he doesn't realize, which is that I'm pointedly not dissing his hero Aka-Red in front of him, that's another little effort I'm extending him).
And now I'm a jerk for sulking because I don't like getting turned down?
"Don't flip off your cook if you don't want to have to cook for yourself," I shout after him, rather more petulantly than is probably reasonable.
I tell myself I don't care. He started this bullshit. I get off the couch too, stalking over to the barrel we've recycled into a small table and workbench. I've got a new trumpet shiny thing to poke at.
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I cover his ass through the whole fucking battle, bandage his wound, don't once imply any sort of disdain or even silent commentary on the fact that he got wounded on what was supposed to be a milk run (and though I can't expect him to give me credit for what he doesn't realize, which is that I'm pointedly not dissing his hero Aka-Red in front of him, that's another little effort I'm extending him).
And now I'm a jerk for sulking because I don't like getting turned down?
"Don't flip off your cook if you don't want to have to cook for yourself," I shout after him, rather more petulantly than is probably reasonable.
I tell myself I don't care. He started this bullshit. I get off the couch too, stalking over to the barrel we've recycled into a small table and workbench. I've got a new trumpet shiny thing to poke at.