“ i wish you’d stop trying to destroy yourself in some misguided effort to feel worthy. ” (michael for gabe!)
“Oh, is that what I’m doing, Dr. Phil?”
Don’t try to psychoanalyze him! He’s an enigma! Ugh.
He rolled his eyes and glared at his brother who was not technically older because time didn’t exist when they were all created but Michael definitely liked to play Darl when he had the chance. Frankly, he wished he could get a few auger holes to the face about the entire thing.
“Look, no offense but this is pot and kettle territory. You think you are any different? Who was gonna go and have a Westside Story rumble with our brother? Cause it sure as shit wasn’t me.”
Okay, it was a little — but only that one time. And it was fake! Hurt his feelings though.
The good thing about this body is that showing his teeth is intentional and the smile it creates always looks a bit like a snarl or a cringe. Both work now.
“If you’re angling for some sort of family reunion with hugging or any of that you’re in for a bad time.”