"Did I ever tell you he told me I crawled up him after performing fellatio on a fudgesicle?"
He rolls his eyes.
"What the hell does it matter? What does it have to do with anything, Charlie? So you freak. So what?"
And he takes Charlie's head in his hands, makes him look at him.
"I'm an expert at freaking even when I don't want to, man. You know it. I know it. I don't have a choice. And you know what? You don't need a fucked up gland in your head to freak you out against your will. You ever choose to leave me? I mean, really choose? FINE. But I fucked up too many times to let you go over a screw up. Over freaking out. Do you hear me, Charlie Pace?"
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Date: 2006-06-09 02:15 am (UTC)He rolls his eyes.
"What the hell does it matter? What does it have to do with anything, Charlie? So you freak. So what?"
And he takes Charlie's head in his hands, makes him look at him.
"I'm an expert at freaking even when I don't want to, man. You know it. I know it. I don't have a choice. And you know what? You don't need a fucked up gland in your head to freak you out against your will. You ever choose to leave me? I mean, really choose? FINE. But I fucked up too many times to let you go over a screw up. Over freaking out. Do you hear me, Charlie Pace?"