[Well fuck. Chris honestly didn't expect to be called out like that. He probably should have, Crane seems to be good enough at what he does. He felt the fight just kind of deflate out of him, and his legs yet again stopped working as he sank down on the nearby couch. He sighed audibly, muscles which had been tense relaxing a bit.]
Alright, you win. What do you want me to do?
[Because Crane was right. He was a hurt child acting out even as a twenty-three year old. He was still angry at his father for playing favorites, he was angry at his brother for the abuse, and he was angry at his entire family for abandoning him and telling him to just suck it up. ]
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Alright, you win. What do you want me to do?
[Because Crane was right. He was a hurt child acting out even as a twenty-three year old. He was still angry at his father for playing favorites, he was angry at his brother for the abuse, and he was angry at his entire family for abandoning him and telling him to just suck it up. ]