and this is junkyard love A Little Beasts Fic (7.6k)
“I’m not doing this here.”
“Doing what, Buck? Taking an afternoon stroll? Last I checked you aren’t supposed to be turning away the needy and the godless. Did I miss Mass already? Or am I early.”
“What can I do for you, John,” Gale says, as flatly far from a question as he can manage.
Silently exhaling air through his lips, John makes a wounded face, though there’s something sharp to it too. The beginning signs of John rising to the confrontation. “Hell of an attitude, Father– sorry for swearin’.”
There’s a faint ringing in the deepest recesses of Gale’s ears, like distant tornado sirens. Something like hunger sits at the back of his throat, oily and slick. “You’re never sorry.”
“Maybe I mean it this time.”
“I have better things to do than play games, Egan.”
“Somebody piss in your Communion wine?”
“Jesus, John,” Gale breaks, frustration crackling into his voice.
John clicks his tongue at him, one eye squeezing shut and a finger coming up to aim a perfect shot between Gale’s eyes. “I came for Confession.”
“You pulled that one already, remember?”
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