[There was an sort of empty humor to Kit's voice along with what sounded a good deal like fatigue; whether the latter was due to the late hour or his exasperation at his current situation, it was impossible to tell.]
Deciding things for me...
[His whole life had been full of people like that. Teachers, the sea of foster parents he'd had, the first gang he'd been a part of, and corrections officers. They kept coming, people who thought they knew what was best for him and disregarded what he wanted or what he said he could do.
He could force a confrontation. He knew ways to get Vincent's blood boiling.
And yet...he chose to do none of things, instead opting to turn away from the other boy and stretch out on the bed, only with his back to Vincent and his face to the wall. If he couldn't fight and he had nothing else to keep himself busy to distract him from his frustration, then perhaps trying to sleep was his only option.]
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[There was an sort of empty humor to Kit's voice along with what sounded a good deal like fatigue; whether the latter was due to the late hour or his exasperation at his current situation, it was impossible to tell.]
Deciding things for me...
[His whole life had been full of people like that. Teachers, the sea of foster parents he'd had, the first gang he'd been a part of, and corrections officers. They kept coming, people who thought they knew what was best for him and disregarded what he wanted or what he said he could do.
He could force a confrontation. He knew ways to get Vincent's blood boiling.
And yet...he chose to do none of things, instead opting to turn away from the other boy and stretch out on the bed, only with his back to Vincent and his face to the wall. If he couldn't fight and he had nothing else to keep himself busy to distract him from his frustration, then perhaps trying to sleep was his only option.]