Zane knew Boris probably wouldn’t be able to promise that he’d stay out of trouble, but it was worth a shot. “Just try.” He adds, accepting his cousin’s response with a shrug. “Maybe you’ll surprise yourself.’ It was a long shot. but Zane had always been more of an optimist, even when times were hard. “You really think I’d do that? I’m not your shadow, geez. I’m not gonna follow you around like a kid on a leash. You’re a grown ass man, Boris. You can make your own damn decisions.” Rolling his eyes, Zane sets the boxes down, trailing after Boris back into the house. “Don’t you?” He counters back, brows raising slightly when he’s asked if he needs family. He was better off without his parents and brothers, he knew that, but having Boris around was nice too. Family wasn’t always blood either, he knew that as well, though having at least one family member that could tolerate the sight of him was comforting. Boris had been there for him through it all, never turning his back or letting his opinion waver no matter what was said about him. It was something he appreciated, probably more than he could ever say. “No, not home. You could’ve picked anywhere else though. Somewhere bigger. I know you probably didn’t come to Seagrove to get a slice from Joey’s, as great as it is.’ The brunette points out, bending over to pick up another box. “I will. I’ll call or whatever. Don’t be a stranger…there’s no more excuses, we’re in the dame city.” Zane says teasingly, smirking over at Boris as he moves alongside him, loading up the last few boxes. “Yeah, I’m afraid I can’t help you there. My expertise is in the kitchen, sorry.”
Maybe you’ll surprise yourself had Boris laughing, turning to Zane and lifting an eyebrow, putting his hands on his hips after he had slammed the door to the trunk, an amused smirk playing on his face. “You’re a little fucking naive there, I’ve always been this way. I’m myself. I’m not gonna fucking change for anybody,” he returned, before musing as his smirk turned into the faintest grin, “I think Jesus would fucking rise from the dead again before that fucking happened, but it’s so fucking sweet to know you have so much fucking faith in me.” The so fucking sweet could not have possibly been laced with any more sarcasm that leaked into his voice, though the rest of it was not nearly said as harshly as he would have normally spoken it. He had always had a soft spot for Zane and there was no denying it, even if he would never admit that there were still a few human beings on the planet that could make soft. That would go against everything he had been avoiding for a large part of his life, if not half of his life, and he was not terribly keen on letting it be known. If it were, someone might assume it was a regular thing, or you know, that he was capable of showing some twisted form of positive human emotion that wasn’t a sub-category of anger. Whatever the reason, he was refusing to acknowledge it and so he didn’t pay much thought to the fact that he often spoke to Zane in a way that was not quite as harsh as he had seen him speak toward his brothers or his parents, let alone when he had to talk to others while he was on the phone with Zane. “Yeah, yeah, just fucking making sure, I never know. You kinda fucking followed me around as a lil’ kid, I had to be fucking sure it wouldn’t continue in a different sense or some shit. I am a grown-ass man, thanks for fucking pointing that out. I feel like an old grown-ass man, but you’re fucking right.” Sliding into the passenger seat of the car as he spoke and rolling down the window to continue smoking his cigarette, he looked over him at the question, furrowing his brow and scoffing, replying, “Do I look like I need any fucking family? I don’t know where the fuck my brother is, you’re pretty much the only fucking family I have. I don’t fucking need you but...” He bit into the butt of his cigarette slightly when he clenched his jaw, falling silent and staring at him for a moment, debating whether he should say it. He certainly didn’t pity the fact that Zane’s family had disowned him when he couldn’t even go back to his own home country, but he knew how much Zane enjoyed having a blood relative left that wasn’t going to kick him out on his ass. Expressing that, though, was a different story, and he finally turned his head away and muttered, “Just shut the fuck up, don’t think too fucking hard about it.” Waving his hand in Zane’s direction, he shrugged his shoulders. He wasn’t going to say the real reason of feeling old being why he had come here, the inherent need to settle down in one place again, as if he had anything to settle down to, grunting. “Yeah, what the fuck ever... I don’t really fucking like big and noisy. I lived in a fucking city until I was twenty-one. That was fucking enough for me. I can’t fucking stand people. At least I can fucking avoid them in a smaller fucking place, I don’t fucking know. What the fuck is this, twenty questions, Dr. Phil?” Taking another drag from his cigarette and drumming his fingers on the dashboard in tune with the music on the radio, he scoffed again and rolled his eyes. “I’m not a fucking stranger, I’ve been fucking busy for the last nineteen fucking years. And I’ll make excuses if I fucking feel like it. But don’t you go fucking making excuses either, while you’re at it, don’t be a fucking hypocrite. My home is your home or what the fuck ever, whatever the fuck it is family does.” Flicking his cigarette out the window and debating lighting another, he settled instead for the drive over to the rink, huffing on a laugh. “I ain’t a very good fucking cook, I can cook a few Russian meals fucking decently enough, not much beyond that. My brother was always fucking amazing at it. Thus, why my kids ate a fuckton of TV dinners.”
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