[Tucker wasn't stupid; he knew Church was sick of him, knew he always was. And what had been been their core way of life, something comfortable, easy, and familiar before, felt tired, annoying, and bitter now. Tucker was tired of the bossiness. He was tired of his bitchiness.
He was tired of the utter selfishness and following after him.
The resentment was a bubbling volcano beneath the surface.]
[There was no lie there: nothing was keeping him here. Sure as shit not Epsilon, Wash, Donut, or fucking Carolina, who was just as bad as Church at leaving every five seconds. What the hell had they done for him? Had they ever appreciated him even once, instead of just trying to change who he was? Mold him into what they wanted?
Fuck this shit.
Tucker swept to his feet as he started to hunt around for his shit. Every time, Church got to just not care and leave, and Tucker was fucking sick of it. He didn't have to stick around and deal with the fallout. He didn't have to give a shit.
[ Epsilon watched as Tucker started to grab his shit. Was he actually going to leave? Who knew he had the fucking balls when he was the king of abandonment issues.
It was a relief, knowing that he wouldn't need to wake up next to him again. No need to pretend that this was making either of them happy. ]
If you forget any of your shit I'm going to throw it out.
Fuck, did he know where he was going? Nope. Did it matter at all? Not one bit; as long as he got away from these jerkoffs, he'd be better. The world out there had to be any sort of improvement than the one in here. Less stifling.
This was why he didn't do relationships.
Grabbing the last of his shit, he started to storm past Church, making his way to the door. Did he want to say goodbye to the others? Nope; they were as much of a reason to leave as this asshole was. Whatever happened out there, it was for the best.]
The only reason I'm leaving is because your death-prone ass would die the second you stepped outside. What's your track record for staying alive, huh? A week?
[He didn't wait for an answer, just threw open the door and started to walk out. Fuck, it was cold, and that wasn't great, but the disgust he felt would keep him warm.]
You're my biggest fucking mistake.
[And he flashed both middle fingers before slipping out the door and slamming it behind him.]
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[Tucker wasn't stupid; he knew Church was sick of him, knew he always was. And what had been been their core way of life, something comfortable, easy, and familiar before, felt tired, annoying, and bitter now. Tucker was tired of the bossiness. He was tired of his bitchiness.
He was tired of the utter selfishness and following after him.
The resentment was a bubbling volcano beneath the surface.]
I'm not keeping you here!
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[ That was the crux of it. Epsilon was the one who found a reason to leave, to avoid things. Everyone else always got to stay.
Everyone else got to see the damn ending. How was that fair?
He died for this asshole and there was never any gratitude. Just fucking guilt for doing it. ]
Nothing's keeping you here, either!
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Fuck this shit.
Tucker swept to his feet as he started to hunt around for his shit. Every time, Church got to just not care and leave, and Tucker was fucking sick of it. He didn't have to stick around and deal with the fallout. He didn't have to give a shit.
Well, it was finally Tucker's turn to bail.]
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It was a relief, knowing that he wouldn't need to wake up next to him again. No need to pretend that this was making either of them happy. ]
If you forget any of your shit I'm going to throw it out.
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[Boom.
Fuck, did he know where he was going? Nope. Did it matter at all? Not one bit; as long as he got away from these jerkoffs, he'd be better. The world out there had to be any sort of improvement than the one in here. Less stifling.
This was why he didn't do relationships.
Grabbing the last of his shit, he started to storm past Church, making his way to the door. Did he want to say goodbye to the others? Nope; they were as much of a reason to leave as this asshole was. Whatever happened out there, it was for the best.]
The only reason I'm leaving is because your death-prone ass would die the second you stepped outside. What's your track record for staying alive, huh? A week?
[He didn't wait for an answer, just threw open the door and started to walk out. Fuck, it was cold, and that wasn't great, but the disgust he felt would keep him warm.]
You're my biggest fucking mistake.
[And he flashed both middle fingers before slipping out the door and slamming it behind him.]