Steve flicked a glance up at her, as though distantly considering that whole notion. Claiming credit.
Claiming their work. Their collecting, which grew from just needing bodies, to all of this. Like it was his to own.
Like it was something he should consider, anymore than owning up to the other things he'd done in the twenty years of his life. That never saw words. Before he just flicked his mouth toward a blase kick of a smile, gave a shrug of his shoulders, before he chowing down on another piece of shrimp and tossing back a swig of his Longboard.
Like that had to be far more important than the concept she was throwing out. Taking some ownership in it.
Something that wasn't the daily ownership one, that rolled itself into an on-going responsibility as important, no maybe even more important than breathing. That these were his people, and he'd do anything he could to see that each of them came home each day or night, and that no one fucked with them.
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Claiming their work. Their collecting, which grew from just needing bodies, to all of this. Like it was his to own.
Like it was something he should consider, anymore than owning up to the other things he'd done in the twenty years of his life. That never saw words. Before he just flicked his mouth toward a blase kick of a smile, gave a shrug of his shoulders, before he chowing down on another piece of shrimp and tossing back a swig of his Longboard.
Like that had to be far more important than the concept she was throwing out. Taking some ownership in it.
Something that wasn't the daily ownership one, that rolled itself into an on-going responsibility as important, no maybe even more important than breathing. That these were his people, and he'd do anything he could to see that each of them came home each day or night, and that no one fucked with them.