❛ everyone deserves a chance to be who they are. ❜
A part of him grew IRRITATED with the other... It was his presence alone that reminded him of the way his father had been floated. Reminded him of the man PLEADING for his life. Reminded him of a young boy, crying his eyes out as he tried to get to his father. He HATED the Ark and their FUCKING rules. He had blamed WELLS for this. Continued on doing so. He didn't WANT to like the guy. As the days had passed... He had TRIED not to like him. But he had to admit there was something about him that just--
Frustration welled up inside of him as he lifted his head, taking in a deep breath before finally turning to look at Wells, one eye still slightly shut from the torture he had gone through with the grounders. Most of the delinquents avoided him like the damn plague... Yet SOMEHOW damn Wells stood here, speaking such words and--
He didn't think he even KNEW who he was anymore by now.
" Don't you have other things to do? " he finally spoke, studying the other's face for a while, his knife moving against over the fish, readying it to be cooked.