"Suppose you always were. Possessive. Controlling. Playing a game and winning." Sam snorted in amusement and wondered how he felt about this. Barty was going to go out there and take down a human trafficking rapist... he probably wasn't torn up over it, he supposed. With a sigh, he looked over at Barty and shook his head. "I always hated that about you. Did you know that? You started doing it since -- since I lost my fucking school ID badge."
He was 16, he lost his badge and had a whole meltdown. He cried under his desk like a weirdo because he was utterly miserable. He couldn't go to the library, get his school dinners or get in and out of the school without it. "Something goes fucking wrong and you fucking fix it and I hate it. I always hated it. Just because I like it doesn't mean I can't hate it."
That conflicted feeling of hate and love, it was there even that day when Barty dropped his ID badge on his bed. Nicked by bullies, of course. Barty fixed it. He always fixed it.
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He was 16, he lost his badge and had a whole meltdown. He cried under his desk like a weirdo because he was utterly miserable. He couldn't go to the library, get his school dinners or get in and out of the school without it. "Something goes fucking wrong and you fucking fix it and I hate it. I always hated it. Just because I like it doesn't mean I can't hate it."
That conflicted feeling of hate and love, it was there even that day when Barty dropped his ID badge on his bed. Nicked by bullies, of course. Barty fixed it. He always fixed it.