Mar 31, 2009 10:09
He'd been angry when he'd gotten back to the room. Angry and hurt, sick of getting pushed away, every damn time. Oh, sure, there was always a reason, but to Babe, that didn't matter. There would always be a reason, wouldn't there.
It was that anger that made him go into Gene's room and gather up all of his things. He dumped them all in his room, planning on being gone before the other man got back. Maybe he'd talk to Luz about crashing there that night. He just knew he couldn't do this. Not no more.
gene,
ig,
babe