#really funny coming from jer... yknow deadbeat dad jer

[romanxdrake]

roman did his best to wait patiently, teeth gnashing against each other in quiet frustration as jeremiah's verbal assault continued. there was no point in opening his mouth until the other man had gotten his carefully rehearsed quips out of the way. his head bobbed in understanding of miah's judgements but roman was straddling the line of not giving a fuck.

what was he thinking when he had sex with charlie? he was thinking that he loved her. he wasn't worried about safe sex because he thought they were being safe; he was clean and she was a virgin. and.. he wasn't supposed to be able to have more kids. "i can show you my vasectomy scars if that clears anything up." science fucked that one up. not him.

"why didn't i come to you?" you're a fucking gangster, for starters. "it's not my thing to come to you about. it's hers." charlie was an adult and roman wasn't going to infantilize her like her brothers seemed intent on doing. "she found out like a week ago. she hasn't even fucking process what being pregnant means right now--she wasn't ready to tell you about it."

“don’t think there’s a whole lot of assumptions i needed to walk in here with unless by chance you didn’t impregnate my sister at the end of the world and she’s lying to me?” he’d waited until june was gone to make any advance on the man, of course. jeremiah wasn’t there to beat the shit out of the other man, hell he wasn’t even there to fight. though he’d thought of several things he could do to roman to make himself feel a little better but it would only prove to make his life worse when charlie found out and by fucking satan, he was tired. “you’re a fuckin’ idiot, i should beat the ever living piss out you just for not wrapping your nasty dick up before putting it in someone.” he was still avoiding the thought that it wasn’t just anyone, if it was some random he wouldn’t be there right now would he? no it was charlie. his sister who he more or less raised.

“first off, why didn’t you come to me about it like an adult?” roman was supposedly ranked higher on the responsible, good guy scale in their dying society’s eyes. yet he couldn’t come talk to him anytime over the last several days since the boat? fucking ridiculous. "i want to know what your intentions are? how are you going to make this right?"