“Fucking exactly. He does a lot more shit than his holier counterparts; he does so much work to make sure we sin every single day, he puts out temptations here, there, in the morning, evening, he makes sure to work overtime even when we sleep and he just keeps going like, wake up tiny human and punch a bro later or some shit- that’s a lot of dedication, okay? Guy’s a pointy-horned keeper. We should learn a lot from him.” Heather wasn’t that much of a religious person herself. She knew there was something–some fucking force up there that created shit, but she had never been too certain that it was as black and white as people made it seem. Her view was skewed, God’s name only cried out in desperation and wrath. She liked how easy-going Alex was about his faith, though, and frankly a lot of other things; it was comfortable with him and it felt like they could still always chill around while talking about grotesque, fucked up things together. “If you know he’s only going to make you feel like shit, then don’t. You should be able to feel free, no more ties to the so-called family members who hurt you.” She shrugged, as if the marks her father left hadn’t haunted her for years. “That sounds beautiful, did you get to eat the aunthetic pizza and pasta and everything in-between?” her eyebrows bounced and she snickered, “but I’m really fucking glad you had a great time, with your mom, too. I reunited with mine while I was in China but we didn’t get to talk much, she was sick.” She nodded. “Oh, tell me more about those charity projects. I kind of have one going on, too. Been working on it for a year now with some of my buds; if you’re ever interested in taking up another, you can always come to me.”
“We can definitely take away from his determination,” Alex agreed, smiling. Of course he and Heather would be talking about something silly like this. It was just like it always was and Alex couldn’t love it any more than he already did. “Yeah, I’m definitely not planning on it. I think that when I do, I’m gonna take mom with me, she makes him so happy. I do feel free. David is nowhere to be found, he’s probably locked up somewhere again, which is great, and dad would never take the time out to come to see me or anything. So I’m free.” He sighed happily. Laughing softly at her question, he nodded. “Yes, I got to eat lots of authentic Italian food and it was better than I could ever imagine. I think I’m kind of sick of it, though, if I’m honest.” Eyes lighting up, he raised an eyebrow. “Oh really? Oh. I’m sorry she was sick. Is she doing any better now?” He asked, a little concerned. “It’s fun. I’ve just been helping build housing with my family, near Naples and some poorer places. Oh, really? I’d love to come help in any way I can.”
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