He stumbled through the door, pissed off and drunk, disgust at himself breaching the surface.
He felt like a spring worm suffocating in rain. If she were here right now, he would have accepted her slap and wouldn't have stopped her. He deserved it and needed it even. For far too long he has functioned unchecked, moral compass discarded to hell. "Whatever makes you feel better" the therapist said. "I'm pretty sure that's not what you meant". Ah, but it felt so, so good not to care and play with whatever and whoever he pleased.
His latest adventure, Woz's team, had presented a challenge. He yearned to destroy that ridiculous care and their Love strong enough to protect and kill. Faintly, he remembered days that was him. He wasn't always a monster.
It was no small feat to break them, to fuck up their grand Freezer days, jeez...
What now? She got to his innards and yanked pretty hard. And to think he backed up? Since when would he do such a thing? Disgusting. Thank God she didn't touch him or he would have collapsed in a heap.
The suit could no longer cover the garbage.
She stood up when he walked in.