"Why do you keep protecting him, Marc?" Defending him. He's not worth it. He's not-- he's a dirty manipulator who used Marc and would have kept at it if he could. He'd have used everything he could against him, broke Marc down as small as he could.
He frowns, absently staring into the glass of alcohol in his hand. "Besides meaning I'd have to punch myself right now, I don't want to hit you. I don't want to be that kind of person."
He has before, but it didn't... make anything feel better. It just made his knuckles ache and made him feel ashamed that he'd let himself lose control like that, however cruel Marc was being. It hadn't solved anything in the end.
Besides, being mean wasn't the point of Steven Grant either, was it? Not that he throws that back in Marc's face.
"Can we just have a drink now and-- do what we planned? I don't want to think about Mum anymore. Not today."
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He frowns, absently staring into the glass of alcohol in his hand. "Besides meaning I'd have to punch myself right now, I don't want to hit you. I don't want to be that kind of person."
He has before, but it didn't... make anything feel better. It just made his knuckles ache and made him feel ashamed that he'd let himself lose control like that, however cruel Marc was being. It hadn't solved anything in the end.
Besides, being mean wasn't the point of Steven Grant either, was it? Not that he throws that back in Marc's face.
"Can we just have a drink now and-- do what we planned? I don't want to think about Mum anymore. Not today."