I don't give a flip.

Jessie doesn't know what to do here, carefully setting broken vinyl down as the other crashes down next to him. Scrambling back a little until his head is met with the corner of the workbench. He feels sick. Guilt rotting him inside out. " ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᵒʳʳʸ "

(* Staring up at him with wide eyes before very gingerly reaching up and carding fingers through very greasy strands. The only sign of fear a full-bodied twitch that's quickly replaced with a bright smile and empty eyes. )

A friend? How- How could anyone have that much power? You know the president or something?

. . . Can you tell me who he is ?

I . . . (* He's sort of just got a lost expression. ) I have no idea who that is ?

His grasp on reality isn't exactly what he thought it was.

(* Eyes narrow slightly. Still looking, just a bit shaken. ) I thought I might have found a real friend, but instead they're just a jesus freak.

Well, I can't exactly get to know them because all they've told me about is how I'm in danger from the devil, y'know. From the bible?

Yeah. Right. Good luck with that, Harker. I'll get my bible ready.

this white boy is nuts .

He's never felt this ashamed before.

He's saved from the edge, from plummeting head first into shadow as his smile slowly creeps back to his lips. Taking in that gorgeous grin as he inches closer.