Right, because that's all home fucking is to you.

[ she stares at him, her eyes hard. she isn't a little girl, not all the way. she's been hurt before, in similar ways, by men she's loved in similar ways-- father figures who made her feel safe sometimes, or cared for. they're feelings she hides in a deep, dark place in her chest now, because this shit always happens. fathers always let you down. ]

Get your shit together. Don't make me fucking tell you again. I hate wasting my fucking breath, so just do it. Stop acting like such a fucking baby.