*On the drive home he was about to make a text to someone, and noticed he had a missed call. From Luke. And before he even listened to it a flash of memory played across his mind. Taunting Luke. Offering to make him his “number two” guy, another
slave lackey like Charlie had been. ( And that’s all she had been, for at least a little while, for too long, that’s all she’d been, oh god oh chrIST.) Blowing up and calling him worthless when he’d refused.
So when he pressed the button to hear the message, he expected some tearful, bitter, angry reproach. Some instance of Luke getting his feet under him and biting back a little, or at least trying. Maybe an insult or two, something about how he didn’t need Worth and never did. Something like that. But instead he heard:
I swear….I swear t’fuck if you d-don’t call me back, if you don’t call me back, I-
SHIT, if you and charlie dON’T FUCKING GET BACK ALIVE, IF YOU DIE JUST FOR THAT FUCKING DUMBASS FIGHT-! [He stopped a moment, but yelled into the microphone.] KILLING THAT PSYCHO ISN’T WORTH FUCKING DYING FOR, YOU IDIOT! YOU’D BETTER BE OKAY, YOU AND CHARLIE BOth……don’t you dare fucking…..
……. He quickly sent the text he had meant to at the beginning of the drive, and shut down for the rest of it. He couldn’t deal with this right now. His face was red and he felt like throwing up and he just couldn’t deal with the fact that the last time he remembered seeing Luke was as a br o k en man and it had been his fault and that hadn’t been enough to…
Wow yeah, shutting off a bit. He should really contact Luke. When he stopped feeling like complete trash*