Seth had every right to be pissed, Richie knew. The problem was that he'd been pissed himself for a long time. His brother had gone and done a job without him after refusing to do it, and had gotten his ass thrown in jail. The only reason he'd even gotten out was because Richie had sprung him, and while his bro was picking fights in lock up, Richie had lost his fucking shit.
Even when he really didn't want to admit it, Richie needed his brother. He went off the rails without him, and when you hole up in the woods and your only company is a fucking mirage of a hot girl tell you to save her, you fucking listen.
He'd needed his decisions to pan out for him, or it was all for fucking nothing. And when he'd convinced himself that Seth was fucking gone once they'd finished Uncle Eddie's Shangri La, and that he'd never had Santanico in the first place, what else was he supposed to do?
He took care of himself and gave everyone else what he thought they'd want. It was a lie he told himself so that he could get what he wanted while he lost what he needed.
Kate hadn't been far off in that car ride.
"Greek, apparently, if the scenery is anything to go by." They looked like they were standing in the fucking Parthenon. "Which wouldn't have anything to do with my people, if you need the reminder."
Richie's eyes pinched at the corners, but he let his brother play his little hero routine with Kate as he got his own gun cocked and ready, waiting for Seth to lead their way out of there. It's not like she was going to want him anywhere near her.
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Seth had every right to be pissed, Richie knew. The problem was that he'd been pissed himself for a long time. His brother had gone and done a job without him after refusing to do it, and had gotten his ass thrown in jail. The only reason he'd even gotten out was because Richie had sprung him, and while his bro was picking fights in lock up, Richie had lost his fucking shit.
Even when he really didn't want to admit it, Richie needed his brother. He went off the rails without him, and when you hole up in the woods and your only company is a fucking mirage of a hot girl tell you to save her, you fucking listen.
He'd needed his decisions to pan out for him, or it was all for fucking nothing. And when he'd convinced himself that Seth was fucking gone once they'd finished Uncle Eddie's Shangri La, and that he'd never had Santanico in the first place, what else was he supposed to do?
He took care of himself and gave everyone else what he thought they'd want. It was a lie he told himself so that he could get what he wanted while he lost what he needed.
Kate hadn't been far off in that car ride.
"Greek, apparently, if the scenery is anything to go by." They looked like they were standing in the fucking Parthenon. "Which wouldn't have anything to do with my people, if you need the reminder."
Richie's eyes pinched at the corners, but he let his brother play his little hero routine with Kate as he got his own gun cocked and ready, waiting for Seth to lead their way out of there. It's not like she was going to want him anywhere near her.