@hiscity.
hank’s spine straightened. now that wasn’t fair. ( was it? ) “ – will i be AROUND? “ voice raised. “ i bust my ass to be here! don’t i come home every night? i may not have all the time in the world but i do what i gotta do! “ he paid the bills. put food on the table. he was nothing like the piece of shit scumbags who let their kids get up to god knows what whilst he got a fix, or left their wives to sleep in a cold bed every night whilst they fooled around with a mistress. he was there as much as he could be given what he did for a living.
her hands were held up in defense but she didn’t back down. “ eh, keep your voice down. ” they’d had yelling matches before. rarely, but they certainly weren’t having one now. “ justin’s upstairs. ” she took to leaning against the counter in silence. the last thing camille wanted was to see the girl go down the drains. god, she was just a kid. a shake of her head & cami met eyes with her husband. “ that’s not what i meant, hank. ” quieter, almost in surrender. a long sigh. “ we don’t have a choice, do we ? ” WE.











