“they. were. fucking.” and maybe it's the ridiculousness finally catching up with him or maybe it's her, but laughter finally tumbles out of his big, fat mouth. “shit, i hope not. you know how much i love lying!” to everyone but honey. except, well, did lying by omission count? whatever, they were both doing it. they've both been doing it over the course of the last few years. granted, it bothered him then as much as it does now. “what do you mean ‘ who the fuck am i ‘?! you’re honey fuckin' anderson and you could cancel her ass right now if you wanted to.” she wouldn't, and he would never ask her too. at the end of the day, winston's all bark and no bite; he simply needs to get the energy out somehow. “you gotta hold off on todd, though. he pays for, like, all our taco bell runs." he follows her into the entryway and shuts the door as quietly as possible. locking it with one hand, he hangs her bag with the other, a routine they've shared in every place they've ever lived. “okay, fuck! who put stick up the east coast's ass?” he toes his shoes off, kicks them to the side, and reaches for honey automatically. “everyone's got fuckin' whack ass disease or something. we should teach a seminar.”
