Re: tandy & holly; the music store
Holly had left the government shit behind, and he had no intention of visiting any doctors in the future, and that way they would never know that he was fit for duty or anything like that. He'd escaped, right? But he wasn't some stupidly oblivious idiot; he knew better. But he also wasn't the type to dwell, and so he wasn't dwelling. It was his coping skill from childhood, and it was still there, right? It served him well, and he wasn't going to change what worked for him. So was that coping mechanism here? In this room with this light-knives? Fuck, yeah, it absolutely was.
He grimaced at the concept of Tandy's spit. Which, yeah, he was kinda obsessed with things like MRSA, okay? But re-absorption, right, and maybe he just needed to accept the fact that shit just did not make sense. Maybe shit would never make sense, and maybe that was the only fucking constant. "You seem to have it under control," was his response about her not hurting anyone. More hypocrisy? Sure. He didn't have his own shit under control... I mean, he'd only just realized there was shit to even get under control. "Maybe there was more to your dad than you thought there was?" he suggested.
And then the phone rang, and he glanced over his shoulder. "I better get that," he told her. It was probably an order or something, and he gave the wall one last look. "Man, this town is so fucking weird," he added, because, look, this town was so fucking weird. He shook his head, and he hobbled his ass back out to the front of the store, where he grabbed the phone just in time.