He knows it's a lie, somehow. Even if Chase were better at lying, Sam thinks he would probably know. Chase's lies are as familiar as breathing, and he never seems to get more convincing. It's like a taunt, almost, the way this boy does it. Rubbing in the fact that he can't be taken at his word, that Sam has no choice but wait for the bomb to go off, no matter the fuse that's been lit.
Wait and see and clean up after. That's his life, and in quiet moments with nothing to distract him he resents it so strongly that only guilt can match the feeling.]
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He knows it's a lie, somehow. Even if Chase were better at lying, Sam thinks he would probably know. Chase's lies are as familiar as breathing, and he never seems to get more convincing. It's like a taunt, almost, the way this boy does it. Rubbing in the fact that he can't be taken at his word, that Sam has no choice but wait for the bomb to go off, no matter the fuse that's been lit.
Wait and see and clean up after. That's his life, and in quiet moments with nothing to distract him he resents it so strongly that only guilt can match the feeling.]
We are all we've got.
[ He might as well have said please. ]