"Sex isn't fun for you because you look at it like it's payment. You look at it like it's something worth a wad of cash. Newsflash Red, not all of us have sex to eat or sleep. Some of us actually do it because we like how it feels and we like what it means." He met his gaze, yet was still free of anger himself. "I'm not taking it. Keep your moral and dignity."
Wally snapped, slamming his hand against the table and ignoring the rest of the people around him as he got close to the other’s face, his hands sparking static electricity into the table as he seethed quietly. He hadn’t been this angry in forever. He’d never had an outlet for his pain and misery, but it seemed he was being given one now.
"You know what sex means to me? It means re-living having my virginity forcefully taken by my father on MY birthday while I was still just a kid and paralyzed- Paralyzed because he snapped my spine in half with with a baseball bat. And why? Because he overheard that I was gay and my player boyfriend had just cheated and dumped me on the phone.” He slammed his hand again into the table, the wood crackling and popping with the energy. as he snarled shakily, his emotions starting to crack just like his voice.
"So you fucking tell me again how sex to me is worth a GODDAMN. Wad. Of FUCKING. CASH!" By now there were tears in his eyes, but he refused to let them fall, too angry with himself, with Stray and with the world in general. Without waiting he shoved away from the table and towards the door, the last two and a half slices of pizza forgotten on the table.
He needed to get out and far away. He needed to let his emotions explode. Probably somewhere like Antarctica.
