It's been hours since Random's quiet message. Hours. And he'd said nothing more than he was going to the studio for a while and not to wait up. That was almost a full day ago and there's been nothing since. Ramon's regretting the promise he made to stay away from there. Just a little, but still. He knows he got that place for Random alone but that'
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"Hey."
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'What happened?'
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"My little one. He loves you, so he's trying to be you, the way you are with him. Hard and yelling and unhappy. He's you, and he doesn't love me."
Martin flew at him and tried to beat the shit out of him.
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...what?
This makes no sense. How can Martin love him? He certainly doesn't love the boy and...no. This is ludicrous.
He reaches a hand up and gently takes Random's chin, turning his face towards the dim light of the lamp so he can see the damage more clearly. His face darkens at the evidence and he drops his hand, lifting his cigar instead to take a long, introspective, drag.
'He doesn't love me.'
He doesn't want him to.
'He's failed if he's trying to be me. I would never hit you.
...where is he?'
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