“ i’ve got your back, okay? ” if wolf was a betting man, he'd lose every hand he drew. that's how it always has been, even when he was a kid. people believing in him is still something he's not used to. betting on losing dogs never makes a winner.
she may not know it, but there are lesser few people in his corner of the world than there is fingers on his hands. he wonders if she truly means it. the blonde seems sincere, never faulting. what it must be like to be so confident in your own words [ ... ] not the false bravado that often comes out of his own mouth. not him trying to please the masses, please management, please his band members -- please a parent who doesn't even to bother to give him the time of day. a never ending quicksand battle within his own mind leaves a dog that's biting the hands that feed. wolf has a lot of faults, a lot of fuck ups --- but maybe things could be better.
even still --- it has a small smile creeping up on his expression, the ever present puppy - like head tilt as he breathes out of his nose. an exhale of a breath he didn't know he was holding in. despite all his fears about ... life in general, it feels a little easier if someone like savannah is in his corner. makes him want to be better, do better --- clean up his act a bit. take things a bit more seriously. be a little bit less bite, more listening. "'ppreciate it ..." never good with feelings, putting them into heavy bass guitar riffs instead of speaking them out loud. knocks her foot with his, leaning back slightly in his chair.
"i've got yours too, y'know. i can throw a mean punch'a two, really." way to ruin the mood, bud.
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