Patrick made a face that showed he did accept that lojacking was better than government spies.
Wrath stepped inside the bedroom gingerly and she even let George hug her. He smelled nice. ...really nice. And maybe if she helped his stupid, ginger brother, he would like her more.
"Yeah so...uhm- It sucks to feel all fucked up inside," she said to Patrick, who showed he was listening by not slamming the door in her face. Barely. "And I know hurting yourself makes it seem okay or whatever for a little while. But you know...it's not. Fuck I suck at this."
"No," Patrick admitted. "I know what you mean."
"I think I am supposed to encourage you to keep going and to feel worse and stuff. But I guess if I didn't break the rules sometimes I would be a fucking boring Sin, wouldn't I? And look I hate Patience, the fucker. But uhm. He might help so. Just a thought. Blah whatever."