[The butt hits him in the face, and he flinches. Doesn't move away, just squeezes his white eyes shut for the briefest of moments, to push it all away for the space of a blink. When he opens his eyes again, there's anger in him, but pushed down, stoked. For now.]
[He doesn't expect Snafu to respect him. He doesn't expect him to listen. But he also doesn't expect to be treated like trash. He's gotten used, he supposes, to being human again.]
Medication. Choices. Either or both, depends how much you want to hate me, I s'pose.
[How much do you want to hate me? he doesn't ask, because he expects he knows the answer.]
spam;
[He doesn't expect Snafu to respect him. He doesn't expect him to listen. But he also doesn't expect to be treated like trash. He's gotten used, he supposes, to being human again.]
Medication. Choices. Either or both, depends how much you want to hate me, I s'pose.
[How much do you want to hate me? he doesn't ask, because he expects he knows the answer.]