[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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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...