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while i won't ignore the assault monty committed against tyler, there is more to his character than that & the assault won't be a primary focus on this blog. please be aware that this blog is highly triggering & the subject of domestic abuse / child abuse will be highly prominent and untagged.
no desire to continue anything in my drafts, moved to @crueltaes which is a sideblog and tbh i’ll be hyper selective with who i write with on monty, will be SUPER low activity & plotting only
Actually hey why not make it a poll, help me out fellas
so re: the fate of this blog,
I love writing monty, but this blog isnt active enough to dedicate myself to keeping him on a solo blog. Im still not entirely sure what i do, but right now im deciding between two options:
Make monty a discord-only muse, continue threads via discord if people are cool with it
Or move monty to a sideblog to my multi when i revamp it. I wont be adding monty to the multi because i know a lot of people wont want to write with me at all on that blog if hes there
I dont know what ill do, feel free to give me input, for now tho ive only really been on @jasonbrenner
“are you a top or a bottom?” i’m a threat
SXDMONSTER.
‘‘….Monty. Brother. I hope you’re staying away from Tyler.’‘
@crueltaes
Eyes roll, as if already tired by a conversation that had barely started. "Dude, I don’t give a fuck about that little shit, got no reason to go near him. I remember your little lecture."
SUNNY’S BLOG ROUNDUP in order of activity
@jasonbrenner , jason brenner , stranger things oc , high activity
@bakedcookies , charlie st george of 13 reasons why , high activity
@dissociaete , clay jensen of 13 reasons why , high activity
@charliesaintgeorges , personal / gif making , high activity
@sunnaes , multi fandom multimuse , medium activity
@barrenfalls , original character multimuse , original lore , medium activity
@sunnysinspos , inspo sideblog , medium activity
@crueltaes , montgomery de la cruz of 13 reasons why , low activity
❛ 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 ? 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 ? ❜
𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚡 : accepting : @damagecompiilation
head shakes, essentially ignoring neil’s question. obviously something was wrong, obviously something happened; monty showing up with bruising covering half of his face when he’d been absolutely fine just hours ago definitely wasn’t nothing. but would he ever admit that? ever actually say shit to neil - or anyone - about what happened? not likely. “nothing happened.”
INXUNIONXTHEREXISXSTRENGTH.
Her eyes were barely opened as she had managed to sit upright, she didn’t even look like herself anymore. Her face was littered with blood and bruises, her face was beginning to swell up because that was where most of the damage had been delivered too. Her hair was sticking to the wounds on her face as she blinked her eyes. She was fighting to stay awake long enough to get herself out of the house, she could hear the pain and regret in his voice and it caused a sob to escape her lips. She moved her eyes slowly before turning her attention to her brother..“Where can I go?”…she whispered..“He always finds me.”…she said softly. She would be lucky if she could walk, her dog was laying at her feet unharmed, her eyes had closed for a moment before her body jolted to prevent her from passing out.
“Would they even believe me?”…she whispered, her eyes had welled up with tears, sure the physical evidence would speak volumes but it was a matter if anyone believed the words that came from her mouth. She had always wanted to cause her father pain the way he had caused her pain but she wasn’t physically strong enough to do so. Her lips were pressed together as she had moved her hand up wiping the blood away from her lips, her eyes had moved to focus on his once again. Her right hand was bent up slightly, her left was beginning to swell as she knew it was broken from when her father had smashed it with a paper weight.
Her lips twitched forming a sad smile at him calling her the shortened version of her name..“It isn’t your fault Monty.”…she whispered. Her eyes had moved slowly from one side to the other,she wanted to get out, she needed to get out or she’d be sent to an early grave by her fathers hand. Her eyes had closed again before sharply opening..“where do I go?”….she whispered. She had known that she had enough strength to get herself and her dog out of the house, what happened after that she wouldn’t know. She just knew that she needed to get out before something worse happened, as if things couldn’t get worse then what it was now. She let right hand move as she adjusted herself on her bed so that she would be able to stand up without too much of a problem when she knew where to go.
He’s well aware of what their father is capable of. He’d always been horrible to them, had always caused them plenty of pain. She’s badly hurt, an absolute mess. He’d been that way himself plenty of times. The difference being he’d found somewhere to go - Bryce’s house or the tent under the overpass. It’d give him the slightest break, even if he always ended up right back where it started.
“I can’t promise he won’t find you.” It hurts to admit, but it’s not as if Monty can do much. Their father didn’t believe in ghosts, and even if he did the ghost of Monty would make no impact. “I don’t think anyone’s gonna think you’re lying.” All he wants to do is hug her, hold her and tell her things will be fine. But he can’t. Things probably won’t be fine for quite a while. They may never be fine again.
He doesn’t bother acknowledging the fact that she says it isn’t his fault, knows that he can be blamed somehow, would always blame himself. It’s her next question that catches him off guard. Where can she go? Instinct is to say Bryce’s, but that’s not an option anymore. It’s registering that he didn’t have a whole lot of friends in the end, had hurt a lot of people. Hopefully no one would punish her for his sins. “Shit. Uh—” He hates where his mind leads him, but he knows options are limited. “Jensen might help, he’s got a thing for helping people.” But he’d practically seen Monty getting abused and didn’t do shit, would he really help her? “Maybe Jess? She can probably help. Or— Or any of the guys on the team, they’d keep you safe. Or just.. Straight to the cops. But he might find you there.”
INXUNIONXTHEREXISXSTRENGTH.
Life was never good to her and it never would be at this point. She had given up on believing that there was good in the world. She was sitting there scrubbing the grave as best as her petite frame would allow. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly as of her emotions had spilled out of her. She finally had snapped as she had been holding her emotions back for such a long time that it was only a matter of time before she had lost control.
She had felt peaceful whenever visiting him because it had made her feel a lot less lonely. Her eyes were barely opened as she had taken her anger out on the stone that she had been cleaning just moments before. Her eyes were barely opened as she just sat there holding her injured hand close to her as she swallowed rocking back and forth as her eyes had closed lightly. Her head tilted slightly as she felt as if she was being watched which made her extremely nervous.
She had turned her head hearing his voice. She moved and stood up as her hands were resting at her sides. She was face to face with the ghost of her brother….“You died!, Monty you are gone and you broke that promise. You aren’t here anymore.”….she felt her eyes fill with tears once again. She let out a bitter sounding laugh..“Everyone is sorry when it’s too late.”..she whispered moving to rub her hand over her face as her eyes had closed tightly.
There’s something strange about seeing a grave with your own name on it. Monty had never much thought about what his grave would be like, had never much thought about death at all. Not really. He’d considered it, knew somehow that he’d never live to be a fully grown adult, but he’d always assumed that it’d be his father that killed him. Never thought that his demise would come from a stranger in a prison yard.
She has every right to be angry, he knows that. It was his own actions that led to his death, his own choices that put him behind bars. There was no one to blame for this except himself. And so many people were likely to be happy about it, or at the very least at peace with it. They could easily rejoice in the way that his victims had some form of justice, never took the time to question if he’d ever been acting as protector for someone else.
He makes no effort to stop the way she yells, they way she speaks with such a bite to her words. He deserves it, he knows it. He’s dead. He let himself die. He’d always promised to be there to keep her safe, and now all he’d ever be able to do was sit and watch. He couldn’t protect her anymore. “I know.” It’s all he can think to say, the only other words that want to escape being more apologies. But he knows as well as anyone that saying sorry doesn’t fix shit. “I can’t.. I can’t keep you safe anymore, and I’m sorry for that. But I’m… I can still be around. I can.. I can try to help.”
SUNNY’S BLOG ROUNDUP in order of activity
@bakedcookies , charlie st george of 13 reasons why , high activity
@dissociaete , clay jensen of 13 reasons why , high activity
@charliesaintgeorges , personal / gif making , high activity
@sunnaes , multi fandom multimuse , medium activity
@barrenfalls , original character multimuse , original lore , medium activity
@sunnysinspos , inspo sideblog , medium activity
@crueltaes , montgomery de la cruz of 13 reasons why , low activity
JOCKENTITLED.
his family wasn’t progressive. and traditionally speaking, neither was he. there was a lot that bryce still needed to LEARN and UNDERSTAND. the long road ahead still felt steep and in order to get through it, approaching the little things that mattered in this life with more empathy was first & foremost. one could argue that that the only reason he even gave two shits about monty right now was based solely on the fact that he had no one. that the least he could do was make sure his only friend was okay but he did care. he had cared about justin, in a twisted way their dynamic had been at that point something bonded by blood — they had a connection, and while justin was quick to SEVER that cord — there were just some things that could never be broken. bryce had never appreciated monty’s loyalty during their time at liberty ; to him, he had been a dog on his hind legs waiting for his scraps. and he loved that about him, he had loved how every single member on his team had worshiped him on that level. ❛ why would i be mad about that? ❜ it comes out so casually, the bafflement in his expression evidently readable but he understands the need for that answer of assurance. not all kids grow up with role models for parents, he could hardly say that his own were being awarded for parents of the year but people like monty’s dad or justin’s mom were just not capable to fill that role & in return that became a cycle that would either be broken or result in catastrophic consequences. he was living proof that he was now living with his own DEMONS behind closed doors. ❛ i know i haven’t been a good friend to you. and as it evidently shows … i could’ve been a better influence at liberty. ❜ his gaze wavers, admitting that kind of vulnerability took guts & frankly he wouldn’t be surprised monty came back with a round of his own insults. it’s how they were all wired. they hadn’t been taught to let those emotions out, they had been taught how to be men. that meant scoring chicks and picking on the little kid but he didn’t want to be that anymore. he wanted to be different. ❛ did i tell you that my parents weren’t around much as a kid? yeah my parties were all the rage but as a kid i didn’t have that. i just had the fucking maid to fall back on and justin. it wasn’t until my dad saw my interest in baseball that i started to finally become apart of his embrace and my fuckin’ mom was just along for the ride. so no, i don’t care that you prefer the company of men. ❜
acceptance is something he doesn’t know how to deal with, barely even understands. he’s not the kind of kid to get what he wants, not even the kind of kid to get what he NEEDS. it’s hardly a shock that when his only real confidant — the only person that could be deemed even close to a POSITIVE influence in his life — when he’s kind & understanding monty gets uncomfortable. see, there are some situations monty’s well versed in dealing with. violence, anger, cowering in fear — those are things monty knows like the back of his hand, understands better than anyone. but acceptance, kindness, a gentle touch — those aren’t so natural to him. can he say that he’d be so understanding if the roles were reversed? can he promise that he’d treat bryce with the kindness he’s being treated? NO. in fact, he could promise the opposite. fear was a strong catalyst, often coming out in anger. montgomery de la cruz was a boy built of fear, even if he’d never allow that to show. that is, until NOW. ❛ i don’t ... i don’t get it. ❜ mumbled, moreso to himself. ❛ what are you doing? why — ❜ voice trails off. he’s not sure how to take it, how to really make it so he understands. maybe he simply never would. maybe this is beyond his comprehension. it’d take a while, no doubt, for monty to be able to accept this part of himself, he’d not expected bryce to be so quick to be fine with it. he’d been expecting a violent response. truth be told, he’d probably PREFER it. violence he’d understand, he’d know how to feel & he’d be left knowing exactly what it meant. ❛ no one else can know about this. ❜ though, he knows bryce won’t tell, he’d have no reason to. it’d be more of a benefit to him to have this secret to hang over monty’s head, to so easily control him. then again, he always had that control over monty. ❛ if my dad ever found out — ❜ he doesn’t really want to think about that, but he’s sure he knows where it’d go. voice drops to barely above a whisper, head shaking gently. ❛ — HE’D FUCKING KILL ME. ❜
GRACESMUSES.
she’s had suspicions for awhile that things aren’t right. at first she wondered if she was overreacting - she’s heard that he gets into fights, that he plays a lot of sports; perhaps the injuries were from there, but it seemed to happen far too frequently for that. she’d offered to help him improve his grades in her class primarily for that reason. maybe she could get him to trust her, to open up, so she could finally get to the bottom of this and figure out if it’s alright. if she’s simply overreacting, it will be awkward, but she can live with it. better that than to say nothing and for things to only worsen. she’d never forgive herself for that. it’s her responsibility to protect her students, and she doesn’t ever want to fail.
“it is a big deal, montgomery. i simply want to ensure that you’re alright,” she tells herself not to get too pushy, to let him open up in his own time, but her mind keeps telling her that she can’t just let it go. there has to be a balance. at his admission, she isn’t surprised, but there’s still some hurt on her features for a moment, before she quickly masks it. she has to be professional, not let her emotions get to her. “and when your father got angry, he broke your arm, i assume?” she raises an eyebrow, reaching over for her notepad. she grips her pen in her hands, unsure how to continue, but she can’t leave things. she’s just never faced anything like this before. “i will have to report this. it’s my job - and i still would if it wasn’t. you can’t stay in that environment.”
“i’m fine.” words escape instinctively, always quick to ignore his obvious problems. far too busy thinking about the ways he’s gonna deal with this later, how he’ll deal if someone else works it out, how to make himself seem like he’s not a wuss. reputation as strong is clutched as if it’s all he’s got. maybe it is. so easy to pretend to be strong when no one cares enough to question him, but now here he is. and she seems to genuinely care, genuinely worry for him. it’d be nice if it didn’t make him so damn uncomfortable.
“yeah.” said with a shrug, like he doesn’t care, like it doesn’t matter. both of those being lies, of course. it hurts, and somehow admitting it to her hurts more. as if opening up and being weak in this situation would make his entire life unravel. as she continues, though, he comes to think that maybe that wasn’t such a dramatic thought to have. “no. no, don’t. please.” it’s not often he says that, can’t remember the last time the word please escaped his mouth in a genuine way. “it’s not-- it’s not that bad. i’m fine.” his desperation, though, seems to tell another story. next words are quiet, hesitant. “it always gets worse when people try to help.”
nearly 200 writing prompts // feel free to reblog
rfaimagining:
Angst:
1: “ Give me a chance. ” 2: “ Not you again.. ” 3: “ Leave me alone. ” 4: “ I don’t love you anymore. ” 5: “ Why do you hate me? ” 6: “ I lost the baby. ” 7: “ I thought you loved me. ” 8: “ I don’t need you anymore. ” 9:“ I can’t believe you! ” 10: “ We cant keep this up forever. ” 11: “ You’re a monster. ” 12: “ I hate you. ” 13: “ Don’t leave me… ” 14: “ You’re a disappointment. ” 15: “ Don’t die on me– Please. ” 16: “ I never meant to hurt you. ” 17: “ Are you upset with me? ” 18: “ I wish i’d never met you. ” 19: “ I’m going to kill you! ” 20: “ Please don’t hurt me like this. ” 21: “ Thanks for nothing. ” 22: “ Dont call this number again. “ 23: “ Why did you spare me? ” 24: “ You need to leave. ” 25: “ I’m sick. ” 26: “ I’m dying. ” 27: “ I wish i’d never met you. ” 28: “ I thought we were family!” 29: “ There was never an us. ” 30: “ So that’s it? It’s over? ” 31: “ I fucked up. ” 32: “ I came to say goodbye. ” 33:“ He’s dead because of you. ” 34: “ I don’t deserve to be loved. ” 35: “ About the baby… Its yours. ”
Love:
36: “ I’m so in love with you. ” 37: “ Dance with me! ” 38: “ Isn’t this amazing? ” 39: “ I wish we could stay like this forever. ” 40: “ Will you marry me? ” 41: “ I’m pregnant. ” 42: “ I need a hug. ” 43: “ You’re special to me. ” 44: “ I’m going to keep you safe. ” 45: “ Do you trust me? ” 46: “ Can I kiss you right now? ” 47: “ You’re cute when you’re angry. ” 48: “ I’ve liked you for awhile now. ” 49: “ Lets have a baby. ” 50: “ We’d make such a cute couple. ” 51: “ I want to take care of you. ” 52: “ Can we cuddle? ” 53: “ It’s lonely here without you. ” 54: “ I can’t stand the thought of loosing you. ” 55: “ Shut up and kiss me already. ” 56: “ Are you flirting with me? ” 57: “ Is that my shirt? ” 58: “ How did we get here? ” 59: “ You own my heart. ” 60: “ You’d be a great dad. ” 61: “ You’d be a great mom. ” 62: “ I want to protect you. ” 63: “ Whats the matter? ” 64: “ You’re so beautiful. ” 65: “ Did you do something different with your hair? ” 66: “ Is that a new perfume? ” 67: “ Stop being so cute. ” 68: “ You’re making me blush! ” 69: “ You’re teasing me again… ” 70: “ This is why I fell in love with you. ” 71: “ You’re the best! ” 72: “ They’re going to love you, don’t worry! ” 73: “ Oh, Are you ticklish? ” 74: “ Of course I remembered! ” 75: “ You’re one hell of a girl. ” 76: “ You’re one hell of a guy. ” 77: “ Are you jealous? ” 78: “ Hold me and never let me go. ” 79: “ Stop hogging all the blankets! ” 80: “ Lets run away together. ”
General:
90: “ Catch me if you can! ” 91: “ I’m fine. ” 92: “ Are you drunk? ” 93: “ Are you high? ” 94: “ We cant go in there… ” 95: “ Give it back! ” 96: “ Well this is just great. ” 97: “ Don’t touch me. ” 98: “ Not sure if you could tell, but I’m not exactly a people person. ” 99: “ This was fun— Lets do it again sometime!” 100: “ I didn’t do it! ” 101: “ I did it… ” 102: “ I don’t remember that! ” 103: “ Well that’s pretty rude of you to say. ” 104: “ Get that thing away from me! ” 105: “ You owe me. ” 106: “ Do you believe in aliens? ” 107: “ Do you believe in ghosts? ” 108: “ Are you hitting on me? ” 109: “ Why are you naked? ” 110: “ You did what?! ” 111: “ You have… Superpowers? ” 112: “ Why are you bleeding? ” 113: “ Where did all these puppies come from?” 114: “ Don’t make me come over there myself! ” 115: “ That wasn’t funny. ” 116: “ This tastes horrible. ” 117: “ This is delicious! ” 118: “ Are you mad at me? ” 119: “ Stop ignoring me… ” 120: “ I love that show too! ” 121: “ Can I borrow that book of yours?” 122: “ Lets blow this joint. ” 123: “ Let me help you with that. ” 124: “ Take that back! ” 125: “ Wanna go see a movie with me? ” 126: “ No way, that’s so lame. ” 127: “ What are you listening to? ” 128: “ I brought you your coffee. ” 129: “ Don’t fuck this up. ” 130: “ Run! ” 131: “ Lets run away together. ” 132: “ I haven’t slept in four days… ” 133: “ Your turn to do the dishes. ” 134: “ Was I really that drunk? ” 135: “ Was I really that stoned? ” 136: “Give me back my phone! ” 137: “ You’re an asshole. ” 138: “ Are you cold? ” 139: “ This place gives me the creeps. ” 140: “ I swear my house is haunted. ” 141: “ Did you hear that? ” 142: “ It’s just your imagination. ” 143: “ Just how stupid do you think I am? ” 144: “ Stop being such a baby. ” 145: “ Go back to bed. ” 146: “ Are you okay? ” 147: “ I can take care of myself just fine.” 148: “ Thanks for helping me back there. ” 149: “ Since when have we ever been friends? ” 150: “ What on earth are you wearing? ” 151: “ I can’t feel my legs! ” 152: “ Stop texting me weird stuff so late at night. ” 153: “ Put me down! ” 154: “ There’s only one bed… ” 155: “ It isn’t what it looks like! Okay.. Maybe it is… ” 156: “ How did I loose it? ” 157: “ I read your diary. ” 158: “ This is awkward. ” 159: “ Didn’t you read the sign? ” 160: “ Do you think you can teach me that? ”
Below is NSFW prompts. Please if you’re rebloggling tell your followers if you’re interested or not in taking these sorts of requests.
Sexual: 161: “ Bite me. ” 162: “ Make me. ” 163: “ Fuck me. ” 164: “ Stop teasing me so much… ” 165: “ Do you like it when I touch you like that?” 166: “ Okay.. This is new. ” 167: “ Want to head back to my place and have a little fun? ” 168: “ You’re in trouble now. ” 169: “ What a pretty sight. ” 170: “ Bend over. ” 171: “ On your knees. ” 172: “ The food looks great but.. There’s something much more delicious i’d like to eat right now. ” 173: “ Lay back. ” 174: “ Take off your clothes. ” 175: “ Well, fine; just this once. ” 176: “ I’m waiting. ” 177: “ You’re so beautiful. ” 178:“ As you wish. ” 179: “ First one to make a noise looses.” 180: “ You have no idea what you do to me. ” 181: “ If you’re bored; Wanna have sex? ” 182: “ Ive wanted this for so long. ” 183: “ Car sex looks so much more easier in the movies. ” 184: “ Can I touch you? ” 185: “ Open up. ” 186: “ No strings attached. ” 187: “ Already? Do I really have that much of an effect on you? ” 188: “ Mine. ” 189: “ The nights still young. ” 190: “ We cant do that here! ” 191: “ Behave. ” 192:“ What did you just say? ” 193: “ Good girl. ” 194: “ Good boy. ” 195: “ Come here. ”
𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 / 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.
𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠.
❛ What happened? ❜
❛ How are your injuries? ❜
❛ Just promise me you’ll stay here. ❜
❛ You can’t blame yourself. ❜
❛ You know I’m here for you, right? ❜
❛ I’ve never seen you like this before. ❜
❛ When I wake up, you won’t be there. ❜
❛ Okay. You get to leave now. ❜
❛ No. I don’t believe you. ❜
❛ Just.. put down the very sharp knife… ❜
❛ It wasn’t your fault. It hurts. ❜
❛ This isn’t you. ❜
❛ Stop it. ❜
❛ You should be resting. ❜
❛ Are you okay? Did they hurt you? ❜
❛ How can you act like that? ❜
❛ Then why are you still here? ❜
❛ Are you okay? ❜
❛ You can’t live in the past. You gotta move on. Let it go. ❜
❛ And when were you planning on telling me? ❜
❛ What are you, trying to give me a heart attack? ❜
❛ What’s wrong? What happened? ❜
❛ I thought we agreed that secrets are bad! ❜
❛ Sorry. Didn’t want to push any sore spots. ❜
❛ Everything okay? ❜
❛ Do you even know where you’re headed? ❜
❛ I can’t help you unless you talk to me. ❜
❛ Promise me you’re not gonna over-react. ❜
❛ It’s okay, it’s gonna be okay. ❜
❛ Whoa, what are you doing? ❜
❛ Why do you run from me? ❜
❛ You’re changing the subject. ❜
❛ It’s four o'clock in the morning, what are you doing? ❜
❛ You’re bleeding. ❜
❛ You gotta be more careful. ❜
❛ I meant… How are you holding up? ❜
❛ You’re avoiding my question. ❜
❛ I think the worst of it’s over now. ❜
❛ Don’t let fear keep you quiet. You have a voice so use it. ❜
STORIESWRITTCN.
He’s pretty sure Monty won’t be welcome at the Jensen’s but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have another place for them to stay. If Monty ever needs it, he’s always willing to help him, he hopes Monty knows that. What he’s done is unforgivable but - he’s still his friend.
“Yeah, I remember. Look, it’s not much, but I’ve got a place you can stay in. Not the best but it’s better than a tent under the bridge. It’s a place to sleep.” And to feel safe at. Well, as safe as one can be in a neighborhood full of addicts. “Kinda sketchy area but it’s safe.”
This is strange and uncomfortable, that’s all Monty can really think. He’s never been good at this sorta thing, especially when it relates to his own safety. “What are you doing?” Words sound almost defeated, as if he’s entirely given up on the idea of going along with this. “You don’t like me, Foley. I know you don’t.”
He’s getting defensive again, but that’s just what happens with Monty. He has no idea how to open up, so he just wont. “Why are you trying to sort my shit out?” The idea of someone simply being nice to him feels wrong, so sure that Justin must want something in return.
