"Yeah, she's my sister, it doesn't mean I have to live with her." He crosses his arms tightly, defensive, as he stares down Diego. "I'm not making her out to be a villain. She said I wasn't around enough for it to count, so I may as well not be living here. And you know what? Maybe she's right. Do you have any idea how I felt, coming back after disappearing? How much I dreaded coming here because I knew that you, and Allison, and Luther would all chew me out because I made a mistake? I was this close," he pinches his fingers together, "to finding the nearest dealer because honestly? I'm tired of being like I'm- Like I'm the one to blame for everything."
He crosses his arms again, looking down, a shuddering huff running through his chest. "I screw up. I know I screw up. I know what progress I make doesn't make up for the shit I've screwed up with. But Jesus, Diego, how many times are you going to throw every mistake I make back in my face?"
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"I'm not making her out to be a villain. She said I wasn't around enough for it to count, so I may as well not be living here. And you know what? Maybe she's right. Do you have any idea how I felt, coming back after disappearing? How much I dreaded coming here because I knew that you, and Allison, and Luther would all chew me out because I made a mistake? I was this close," he pinches his fingers together, "to finding the nearest dealer because honestly? I'm tired of being like I'm- Like I'm the one to blame for everything."
He crosses his arms again, looking down, a shuddering huff running through his chest.
"I screw up. I know I screw up. I know what progress I make doesn't make up for the shit I've screwed up with. But Jesus, Diego, how many times are you going to throw every mistake I make back in my face?"