Johnny got up and met Wylie head on as he sneered back at him. He could take the anger. In fact, maybe it was better that they just had it out like this, but Johnny still wasn't going to strike him. He refused to be that guy.
"You really want me to kick you the fuck out? Why, you got legs, you can walk the fuck out," he challenged as he stayed right in Wylie's personal space. "You've done it before. I'm not gonna be the fucking bad guy so that you get to leave with a free conscience and think that you're doing the right fucking thing by me. You're not, you know. You don't have to fucking support me. I'm a big boy, I wear big boy jocks. I've been looking after myself long enough. But not being able to love me? Yeah, we'll have a fucking problem there. If you can't let yourself feel anything for me, then go."
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Date: 2011-05-01 01:52 am (UTC)"You really want me to kick you the fuck out? Why, you got legs, you can walk the fuck out," he challenged as he stayed right in Wylie's personal space. "You've done it before. I'm not gonna be the fucking bad guy so that you get to leave with a free conscience and think that you're doing the right fucking thing by me. You're not, you know. You don't have to fucking support me. I'm a big boy, I wear big boy jocks. I've been looking after myself long enough. But not being able to love me? Yeah, we'll have a fucking problem there. If you can't let yourself feel anything for me, then go."