[He pulls out a basket of lumpy, deep fried breads. They've gone cold, but they still smell good. There's some topped with shredded lettuce, tomato, cheese and ground beef, like a taco. Others with powdered sugar.]
Don't matter whether they're right or not. It matters that it's your decision. There's a difference between knowin' what you're gonna do 'cause they know ya, and takin' it for granted that you'll do it. Expectin' it outta you without thinkin' about what it means.
...Yeah, well, screw them. They can't say they wouldn't do the same thing in the same situation. It sounds like a lot of your heroes've got superiority complexes. You trip up, you ain't on the savin'-people team anymore. You're just someone to be saved.
It's true it'll always be part of who you are. And there'll always be people who judge ya based on that. But you can decide what ya wanna do with that.
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[He pulls out a basket of lumpy, deep fried breads. They've gone cold, but they still smell good. There's some topped with shredded lettuce, tomato, cheese and ground beef, like a taco. Others with powdered sugar.]
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I'll eat whatever, really. Never had anythin' like this before, though... you cooked it, huh?
[picks up one of the taco ones]
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Since I was tellin' you all about the Diné, I figured - you might be interested in trying some of the food.
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[Vicious certainly has some kind of feeling about that. He conceals it by taking a bite.]
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I hear cooking for someone you like's a good way to convey your feelings...?
[While the topping's soaked into the bread, what isn't wet is crispy - while soft on the inside.]
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...What, ya think your feelings still ain't been conveyed well enough?
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What can I say, I'm a romantic. I don't ever wanna stop conveying'em.
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Ain't what I'm used to, for sure. But if that's what ya wanna do, I certainly ain't complainin'.
[Vicious leans in to kiss Roy after Roy finishes chewing his bread, licking some powdered sugar from his lips.]
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I want... to make sure you never feel taken for granted.
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[Vicious pulls away to grab a sweet frybread for himself, and continues to talk with it halfway in his mouth]
Ain't that more your sorta thing? Bein' the one people just assume'll be around for whatever they need?
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It's the other kind of assuming I hate. The one where they think they know what kind of help I need, 'cause of my history...
[A frustrated chomp that rings louder than the others]
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...The other thing sounds pretty bad too, though.
[stuffs more frybread in his mouth]
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Yeah, I never should've touched the stuff. And it gets hard sometimes... when I just want a break from it all.
But in their minds, I'll always be the guy who lost himself. Wasn't strong enough to resist the poison. Poor Roy, destined to lapse again.
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It's not like I've never fallen off the wagon, but... still stings though. When that's all they see.
...Do me a favour, though?
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What?
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If you catch me trying to get boozed up, beat some sense into me until I snap outta it.
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It's true it'll always be part of who you are. And there'll always be people who judge ya based on that. But you can decide what ya wanna do with that.
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Even if I'm small potatoes compared to you, it just feels nice. Being with you, I don't feel like I'm under some invisible pressure.
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Well, everyone's small potatoes compared to me. And it's true ya ain't gotta do anythin' just to satisfy me.
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...You like the frybread?
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And it is kinda nice to get a taste of somethin' ya wanted to share with me enough to make it.
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What do you like most, though?
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