Joey Alexander knows he is good (fornothing) wrote in rooms,
Re: log: joey & ella, gatsby
"I don't need much," he promised. Like neediness was something grown out of by the time he'd been weened from a bottle. Needing things hadn't been anything worthwhile when he'd been a kid. Idealizing the toys he saw on commercials or the fancy breads displayed in bakeshop windows had led to a lot of disappointing Christmases, even more hungry stomachs that growled disastisfied with cold spaghetti out of a can. Needing 'more' hadn't gotten him anything but a prison sentence. Maybe it felt a little safer now to just admire the things he wanted from a distance.
Een if that distance was really just right next to him, close enough that he could feel the warmth of a sunshine smile. "Gotham has lots of work," he was convinced. All that metal and grit, there were shops and cars. Maybe better prospects if his criminal record hadn't followed him there. He hadn't considered that until right then, and it was something that he'd have Callum look into. His brother the cop, how ironic. "I've never had trouble finding a way," he promised. And somehow, that was the truth. Aexanders had a way of getting by no matter what. And maybe there was strength in numbers, because Joey wasn't too worried about it.
He smiled and shrugged, eyes downcast but no real sadness in the expression. More of a lingering amusement. "I'm never going to be a fuckin' doctor or nothin'." So a lousy diesel job seemed as good as anything else his skillset could turn out with any level of conviction.