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Gar Logan (lewdgreendude) wrote in utr_logs,

"You're GOD DAMNED RIGHT I'm upset!" he shouted, slamming his bottle down so hard that it cracked and foam poured out the top. "We don't all have the luxury of not giving a shit! In one fucking second, your entire family disappeared, but you don't give a damn. I don't even know why you bothered to come over here. You can't possibly care if I'm coping or not." It wasn't that long ago that he was happy to see her there, he knew, but anger had a way of overwhelming him. And even then, it wasn't anger, anymore than it had been happiness when he was joking or lust when he was flirting. It was still the same sadness seeking an outlet.

He stood up, tears flowing freely down his face. "Go take care of whatever you need to do, and then call me when you're done. I'll probably be sorry by then, and maybe you'll feel something close enough to emotion to be offended to begin with." Gar felt weak in the knees, but he didn't want to buckle in front of her. "Thanks for stopping by."