[But it wasn't a whim. Maybe he can't ever tell Derek that, or how much it tears him up every time he hears Joey in a tone that isn't mocking. That sounds like someone gives a shit. He doesn't know when the shift in his head happened, but it scares the fuck out of him.
He laughs, kind of startled, when Derek announces they're going to work on his fucking car. If he can't escape into dreams, then yeah, that's probably the next best thing. He rubs his hand over his face, but he nods.]
Yeah, okay.
[He's not even going to argue. He's pretty good with his hands, even if most people assume he's fucking useless at anything that doesn't involve getting high. And he's got a mind for mechanics. His shit would be worthless if he didn't.]
Am I allowed to have beer? I feel like this shit kind of requires a six pack.
[Look, beer isn't going to do much and he knows it's not going to do anything to Derek, so what's the harm?]
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He laughs, kind of startled, when Derek announces they're going to work on his fucking car. If he can't escape into dreams, then yeah, that's probably the next best thing. He rubs his hand over his face, but he nods.]
Yeah, okay.
[He's not even going to argue. He's pretty good with his hands, even if most people assume he's fucking useless at anything that doesn't involve getting high. And he's got a mind for mechanics. His shit would be worthless if he didn't.]
Am I allowed to have beer? I feel like this shit kind of requires a six pack.
[Look, beer isn't going to do much and he knows it's not going to do anything to Derek, so what's the harm?]