LOCKE
God he wishes he had a cigarette or a beer or anything else to distract him. "I don't fucking care that you slept with them. Not really. I fucked around too." Does getting half a handy and whatever he did with Sera even count? They weren't together for the latter so who knows. "Am real tired of feeling like I'm playing second fiddle to a guy who isn't ever going to give you what you want from him though. Really? Right after I left? Yeah I slept with some chick I knew from Stormbreak but it doesn't go any further than that. I wasn't in love with her." He just wants her to admit it to him, that he was the rebound, the thing to help her cope with Sunjata not wanting her. That all of this is founded on lies because she refuses to let things alone.
His voice is steady, despite the things he says, despite the way he feels about it. Because he does feel a lot of things. Too many. But no, he's taken his time, he knows what he wants and for fuck's sake, she's going to listen to him. "You would say the same to me, wouldn't you? I'm not saying you're gonna do it. Just. Fuck. Nevermind Maeve, you're just going to take what I have to say the wrong way anyway." He hates this, his inability to use the right words to make her understand. Because he doesn't think she understands.
Locke wants to make a quip, something about being surprised she wants his help. She probably doesn't though. Probably would be better if he just left. Oh, what if he just.. Died. Then he wouldn't be anyone's problem. Not Maeve's, not the kid's. Yeah. He thinks that might be the way to go. He fists his fingers into his hair, the first real reaction as he groans. "'Course I wanna help Mae. I wanna be there, for both of you. I hate this." There's the first change in his voice, an almost whine as he curls into himself. "Sorry your kid has to have such a fuck up for a dad." Because as much as he wants to die, as easy it would make things, Locke truly is a coward.
His voice is steady, despite the things he says, despite the way he feels about it. Because he does feel a lot of things. Too many. But no, he's taken his time, he knows what he wants and for fuck's sake, she's going to listen to him. "You would say the same to me, wouldn't you? I'm not saying you're gonna do it. Just. Fuck. Nevermind Maeve, you're just going to take what I have to say the wrong way anyway." He hates this, his inability to use the right words to make her understand. Because he doesn't think she understands.
Locke wants to make a quip, something about being surprised she wants his help. She probably doesn't though. Probably would be better if he just left. Oh, what if he just.. Died. Then he wouldn't be anyone's problem. Not Maeve's, not the kid's. Yeah. He thinks that might be the way to go. He fists his fingers into his hair, the first real reaction as he groans. "'Course I wanna help Mae. I wanna be there, for both of you. I hate this." There's the first change in his voice, an almost whine as he curls into himself. "Sorry your kid has to have such a fuck up for a dad." Because as much as he wants to die, as easy it would make things, Locke truly is a coward.
I'm motivated by the lack of doubt
I'm consecrated but I'm not devout
I'm consecrated but I'm not devout
