Sinister Kid

— Rude.

Good fucking thing too. Wouldn't want to give off the wrong impression, right?

What, really? [Lucas asked, with the look of surprise etched on his face.] I could only imagine—they must've fucking adored to be in your company... [His first thought was that he'd only hope she had given them Hell. A small smile twists his mouth, glancing anywhere to avoid eye contact with her. Looking at his hands, his boots, the floor, anywhere.] Thanks, y'know. For going out there when I couldn't. [He says, and he means it.] Being a fucking crippled has its faults.

Your hostility implies the probability of you having had a very bitter past. You’ve avoided the real question of whether it is my presence which bothers you, which I’m sure if it wasn’t previously it is especially so now, but at least now I’m certain it isn’t just me. Had things go south recently, I’m assuming.

[Moving his gaze up to her, a tension had set between his shoulders and he felt his body stiffen with apprehension. It was careful, tentative; when the sight that greeted his was solely a woman who spoke elaborately about his character.] What the fuck are you doing? [Lucas asked roughly, ignoring any of her prior statements.]

— I don’t like shish-kabob’s.

[It was instinctive for Lucas to have a tendency to think uncharitable thoughts when he was in a bad mood. Unfortunately, its mostly guaranteed for those thoughts to be further ignited by his youngest brother.] Well, [He bit out, words squeezed through gritted teeth.] I'm sorry to disappoint, princess. I'd suggest for you to get the fuck out of my sight before I decide to slit your throat instead.

The fuck did you just say ta me?

Watch your mouth, smartass.

If you got nothing intelligent to say, could you shut the fuck up for once in your life, Ford?

Many people like to take into account a person’s disposition when evaluating the likability of them. Yours is not exactly, well, pleasant. What’s made you so bitter that you don’t want to be in anyone’s company? —or is it just mine you’re offended by?

I could give you a bullshit answer, or you can just shut up.

I never liked shish-kabobs all that much anyways. Looks like you woke up on the right side of the bed today, Cameron. Birds flyin’ and singin’ tunes as they made your bed and shit? 

When will you ever learn to just shut the fuck up? [He asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.] Because I couldn't give a fuck about what you're saying.

“‘Course, darlin’. I’m a regular ray of sunshine, me.”

Sure you are. Nothing says ray of sunshine more than your fucking depraved Evangelical shit and the smell of corpses combined, right?

Brutally honest as always, Wilson. [Lucas' lips quirked into a self-deprecating smirk.] Seriously though, [He adds in a low voice, almost careful.] ...how'd it go?

"Nothin’ like the sweet stench of death in the mornin’."

You are just about to fucking burst with rainbows and sunshine, aren't ya'.

I could sleep for a week.

I, uh—

That’s not what I’m trying to do here, Lucas. I’m not trying to say that I’m better than anyone. I’m trying to do what a real brother is supposed to do. I’m trying to do right by you, even if you don’t want it. Just because you hate me and Connor and you hated Mom and Dad doesn’t mean we ever hated you. I think that’s what you don’t get. {Ethan turned, shrugging.} I’m not here to fight with you Lucas.

[Anger rose up in his chest, crawling into his mouth.] Fuck you, [Lucas snarled quietly, his eyes abruptly stinging with anger and frustration. There's nothing more he wanted to do than snap his brother's skull apart, which might do him more good than harm. He could hear a contemptuous snort escape him at the afterthought.] I don't know what got inside that damn mind of yours but you go on right ahead and say all that. Just know that you'll never do right by me. And neither you or Connor will ever be my actual brothers.