Muted surprise lifts Sweeney's brow as the line of questioning turns to him. He gives a half-shrug and taps his ash. He feels like he's constantly having this conversation with everyone he knows. They never seem to like the answer.
"Fuck if I know." It's short and succint. He knows well enough that it's insufficient. "Nothin' ta go back to," he follows, fighting to keep recent revelations at arm's length so he doesn't slip off the edge again. "An' yes, I do know I can go anywhere." He licks his lip and takes another drag.
"But fuck, I ain't aimin' ta graduate or anythin', so I'm not frettin' on it." With a knowing tip of his head, Sweeney adds, "Pretty sure I shouldn't be responsible fer un-fuckin' folk either."
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Date: 2021-09-29 08:25 pm (UTC)"Fuck if I know." It's short and succint. He knows well enough that it's insufficient. "Nothin' ta go back to," he follows, fighting to keep recent revelations at arm's length so he doesn't slip off the edge again. "An' yes, I do know I can go anywhere." He licks his lip and takes another drag.
"But fuck, I ain't aimin' ta graduate or anythin', so I'm not frettin' on it." With a knowing tip of his head, Sweeney adds, "Pretty sure I shouldn't be responsible fer un-fuckin' folk either."