#yeowchies

girl he's itchy

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I burnt my thumb making chicken pot pie

it occurs to him, in the vulnerability of this fucking clunker piece of shit, that luke's never been in his car. he never had one. it shit out about a week into living in chicago, and they hadn't even seen each other yet. god – he was so broke that month. he had to pay to tow the fucking thing, only to have to junk it for parts. shaking hands pull the cigarette to his mouth, and his eyes remain locked on the road despite how they well with tears. his hand on the wheel clenches, like he can't relax. because he can't. luke says he's angry, and teddy hates the way that he visibly flinches. he KNOWS that he does, even if he hates the idea of flinching at luke. it's just second nature now. it's all second nature. "what do you think happened ??" he mumbles, but it's unfair. it's an unfair fucking question. keep driving. he takes a deep, shuttering breath. and then he shakes his head. "no– sorry–" a beat, "that's not fair." he keeps driving, until he's pulling off into some parking lot he's met the detective in a million times over. no one is looking, right. the pause feels thick, like he could suffocate under it. he finishes his cigarette, and cracks a tinted window just enough to throw the butt of the cigarette out the window. and then he finally turns, to look at him wholly. like he can finally see him. the tears fall before he can pull them back, and scarred hands scrub across his face like he can stop it. "i know you don't want to be mad–" it sits heavy in the space between them. it all feels so unfair. "i didn't WANT THIS either." it all feels like too much, but he's been sitting in this loneliness so long he doesn't even know what to do with himself anymore. a hard swallow, and a shake of his head. smoke another cigarette. keep walking, baby. you'll be FINE. "he tried to kill me." he mumbles. "he knew where you lived." another beat, his voice sounds so far away. like it's not even his anymore. "they can't find him."