here i suppose

im certain everyone randy and benson saw thought that benson was randy’s weirdo boyfriend and was like “damn not surprised randy is gay but this guy? fr?” but nobody can say anything cuz it’s like 2007 louisiana so everyone just silently questions why randy is seeing this guy in a grinch skin

to me randy bradley is constantly fainting and getting nose bleeds at work. mid convo with a customer and he’s hitting his head on the counter before tumbling to the ground or slapping his hand across his face cause his nose is bleeding into their burger. benson is in the corner slightly concerned, slightly amused, and a little hard for some reason… sorry not sorry

Absolutely

Benson reacting out of impulse emotion and accidentally shooting Randy and immediately being overcome with guilt, and Randy reacting out of impulse and accidentally seriously injuring Miss Beard, if Benson had survived, he would be haunted by nightmares of shooting Randy like Randy is haunted by nightmares of shooting Miss Beard. Also the fact Randy spends the whole day with Benson, a man who actively chose to murder 3 people and has shown no guilt over it, still clings to guilt, sorrow and remorse, and penitent masochism over accidentally hurting his teacher when he was a kid is insane, like Benson's actions are almost like hey this is what actual bad actions done on purpose looks like, thats not what you did, you're at the very least better than me, you're not the worst person ever, yet Randy maintains his I deserve bad things I'm a terrible person mindset. Anyways idk what I'm saying but Benson and Randy parallels in your actions leading to unintended harm to those around you, Benson's feelings of betrayal and simultaenous guilt over Randy would prevent him from seeing how he's helped Randy, at least for awhile, Randy visiting Benson in prison and he's just an utterly defeated shell of his former self.

post canon ranson sittin on camping chairs outside their beat up double wide in a trailer park west of nowhere, feet kicked up in some dusty dollar store flip flops that keep coming apart while they suck down cheap cold beer. oldies playing out the radio sittin on the table inside while the sun sits shriveled like a golden raisin in the dusky tan blue sky. randy's biting his hangnail and bensons got his chin tucked to his chest with his sweaty cap obscuring his eyes. their ankles are touching and they don't talk. neighbors walk by and they put their hands up in silent greeting, kids run past and they smile quietly, dogs trot along and kick up dust and leave piss in their wake. wind chimes and smoke from hamburger barbecues mingle in the air and they are content