Nairn snorted,
The jest earned a smack, which Ruth deflected with a raised arm, and Nairn snorted. Another swig from the bottle, as he flicked the ashes from his cigarette into the floor.
A derisive snort at his own bad jab, as he passed the bottle back.
Fuck you. Brat. I know when I'm wanted.He was missing the point. Which was, in fact, the point. As the bottle left his hand for Ruth's, Nairn stared up at the ceiling. His friend succinctly described what he'd done to his son.
His mother always thanked me. Think he's more me, than her.He murmured, but that was a lie. The boy reminded him of his old friend; and that hurt almost as much as knowing Haulean was his son. Especially knowing she'd died.
The jest earned a smack, which Ruth deflected with a raised arm, and Nairn snorted. Another swig from the bottle, as he flicked the ashes from his cigarette into the floor.
Wasn't relevant back then. 'specially since I wasn't supposed to know he existed. 'Oh, by the way, I got a whore pregnant and she begged me to let her keep it, so I did. But I'm no contact. Don't worry, still don't want kids.' That'd really make the relationship, huh?
A derisive snort at his own bad jab, as he passed the bottle back.
That kid's gonna ruin my life. And I just put that back together again.
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