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“I went looking for a fight.”
“What the…Jesus, T-Bird…”
Tommy simply shrugged in response to his cousin’s exasperation, wincing as Carbone blotted the laceration on his forehead with an alcohol swab. He welcomed the lingering burn, the acid bite of sterilization beneath the skin…he was looking for pain, for something, anything to hurt him. Anything to help him ease the knot in his gut that he couldn’t let go of.
“I needed something to hurt, Bone. Something safe…something that’d hit back.”
“Getting yer ass kicked ain’t gonna help you grieve for her, man.”
“It might.”
( “Whatever, idiot stick…just bear in mind that *she* was waiting up for ya.” )
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 639
“What the…Jesus, T-Bird…”
Tommy simply shrugged in response to his cousin’s exasperation, wincing as Carbone blotted the laceration on his forehead with an alcohol swab. He welcomed the lingering burn, the acid bite of sterilization beneath the skin…he was looking for pain, for something, anything to hurt him. Anything to help him ease the knot in his gut that he couldn’t let go of.
“I needed something to hurt, Bone. Something safe…something that’d hit back.”
“Getting yer ass kicked ain’t gonna help you grieve for her, man.”
“It might.”
( “Whatever, idiot stick…just bear in mind that *she* was waiting up for ya.” )
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 639
