Sep 29, 2019
@witherie: we’re going home.
ace makes a show of looking around, despite knowing no one else is around, sounding a scoff. “ you’re not seriously talking to me, are you? ” said as if the idea alone is ridiculous. “ first of all, don’t use the word we with me. ever. second, i don’t know what the fuck you mean by home. ” home’s become a concept of the past, far enough behind him that he can barely remember what it’s like to call a place that. he hasn’t found a home at camp, in the cabin of his car, the beds of strangers, the cheap, run-down motels he spends most nights in. and definitely not with her. “ i’m going to the bar. ”
