[There’s a worry in the back of his mind, tiny and minuscule, that having him around will only hurt Ash. That with the amount of blood on his hands, he’s not really any different from Dickson.]
[But then he sees the kid shoot a genuine smile, and he grins back. Ash made it out okay, despite everything.]
Yeah, I’d say so. There’s a few states I can’t go back to and I’m not allowed to ever step in a Buc—ee’s again, but I’m doin’ pretty alright.
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[He’s pretty sure he’s garbage for the kid. A bad influence if there ever was one.]
[But he’s just as sure that Ash would wanna see him. And saying nothing seems like the worst way to approach this.]
[So, eventually Ash gets a text:]
Hey, thought I’d give you a heads up. I’m back in town for awhile.
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holy shit didn't expect to see you back here any time soon. when'd you get in?
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[
He might’ve been a little lonely.]Couple of days ago. Thought the holidays would be good pickings for free food.
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you know it.
far be it for randy orlando to turn down a plate of free food.
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You wouldn’t believe how hard it is to hang posters up in there.
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ol’ Orlando gives as good as he gets
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you wanna come by to get this or am I drivin'?
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[he shouldn’t]
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[But, regardless, the first thing Randy does when Ash opens the door is ruffle the blond’s hair. There’s a bittersweet smile on his face.]
How ya doin’, kid?
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Very quickly gives the older man a hug.]
I have a house, a boyfriend, and so many dogs. I think I'm doin' okay. You?
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[There’s a worry in the back of his mind, tiny and minuscule, that having him around will only hurt Ash. That with the amount of blood on his hands, he’s not really any different from Dickson.]
[But then he sees the kid shoot a genuine smile, and he grins back. Ash made it out okay, despite everything.]
Yeah, I’d say so. There’s a few states I can’t go back to and I’m not allowed to ever step in a Buc—ee’s again, but I’m doin’ pretty alright.
It’s kinda nice to be back.
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[Ash steps back to let Randy in, heading into the kitchen.]
It's fucking Texas.
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Dunno. Something about how "it doesn't matter how big our store is, you can't use it as a go-kart track."
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[Why are you like this, sir. Anyway.]
Anythin' you don't like or won't eat? We got variety over here, so...