Re: Louis' apartment: Iris, Sam, Cris
What are you going to do? [She asked quietly, and she listened for steps on the stairs, yeah? Because she didn't think TJ needed to hear this shit, and she didn't think this was fair. She and Iris, they were stupid fucking idiots when it came to men, yeah? Ok, so there were differences or whatever, namely that Iris always ended up in bed with these fuckers of her own volition, but the simple truth was that they were like bait for sharks, blood in the water and these motherfuckers liked that. Sam could barely keep it the fuck together as a result, and she couldn't imagine growing up with something like that looming, man. TJ would have to deal with this fucking shit forever, unless something changed, and she didn't see what could fucking change.
Immortal supervillains didn't die, yeah?
She stepped forward and pulled a pack of matches from the kitchen drawer, and she'd left a box of cloves there at Christmas. Stale or whatever, but she didn't care. She held the dark-paper smoke, and she lit the match and let it peter out, not wanting to light the clove inside, but feeling better just holding onto the thing.] Going back to him, it won't make him stop looking for the kid. There's no point in doing it, because it won't change shit, yeah?
[This wasn't like her and Micah. It wasn't like all the ways in which she could have saved Joey. If Micah had her, if she'd gone, that shit would have been enough. But this was about the kid, yeah? It was different.] Doesn't matter whose arms he tears off, unless you're willing to hand the kid over. If you decided no, then stick to it. Even if it's us or whatever.