Do those doctors prescribe you those pills? What are they for?
Have you been going through my shit?
No, I saw them accidentally the other day. They had no label, so I’ve been wondering.
They’re crazy-people pills.
Be serious.
I am serious. Surely, you’ve heard of us. The crazy people whose heads tell them to kill and hurt others.The criminally insane who are considered a threat to society. Available on Netflix in the glorious true crime section.
What’s your diagnosis?
It’s called none of your fucking business.
Fine. You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.
Stop acting so high and fucking mighty. You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to? Fuck you, bitch. Get over yourself.
Do you want me to push? Is that it?
That’s not communication, Preston. Don’t be childish.
Guess what? I AM childish. And fuck you, asshole. Stop getting into my business just because I allow you to touch me. So what if I enjoy what happens in the locker room? Shocking news—I enjoy a LOT of things. Doesn’t make them special.
Keep lying to yourself if it helps you sleep at night.
Helps me sleep just fine. You, on the other hand, seem clingy. That new for you or just a side effect of whatever savior complex you have?
You were the clingy one the other day when you held on to me with all your might as I lifted you against the door.
Don’t confuse lust with charity.
Charity?
Yeah. You seem to be incapable of keeping your hands off of me, so I’m just going with the flow. Always had a soft spot for the unprivileged.
Liar. You don’t give a fuck about the unprivileged.
New hobby.It’s like picking up a stray dog. Makes me feel good at the moment, but it’s fleeting.
Did you just say fleeting?
Yes, fleeting. Know your place, Marcus. You’re just noise between pills.
In that case, let’s silence the noise.
What?
Since you’re being so benevolent by catering to my whims and allowing me to touch you, I’m happy to tell you I got my fill and will now move on to my next conquest. You won’t have to put up with this “charity case” anymore and can go back to the dull life you had before I came along. I can’t say you were a good sport, but it was fun while it lasted.
Did you just call ME a fucking conquest?
Would fling make you feel better? Surely, you’ve had plenty of those. What’s one more?
You don’t seem to know who the fuck you’re messing with.
Obviously not, considering you never talk to me. Congratulations. From now on, I’m sparing you the hassle.
