The thing was, when his stability was even slightly threatened, Devlin didn't take too well to it. Mom said it was because he was a soft soul, so he didn't know how he managed to live with two people who were so... not. Either way, he defiantly and vehemently abhorred it when people 1. tried to bully or boss him around, 2. threatened him or his things or his status in life, and 3. cared little for his feelings. He lived long enough and on his own enough to know when it was time to move on. When the people in his life that were supposed to be his protectors only ended up being more bullies? He had no tolerance for it.
Impulse decisions were also part of his problem, of course. Devlin had always has poor impulse control but once something was set in his mind, it was decided. Mom tried to help but Devlin didn't trust doctors and he didn't sit still long enough for them to do anything to him. And therapists? Hah... He wasn't telling them anything. He had nothing to say to people close in his life, let alone people he didn't know. What did they want, his whole sordid backstory? They could find out some other way. Newspapers maybe. But he doubted his disappearance had ever been documented.
Whatever. His low tolerance for traitors and his high impulsivity pushed him to not come home and he meant it. Even as he said it over text, he thought he would do it--go to Washington. He was already on a bus out of Hazleton. But he didn't know where he planned to go from there. He looked over at the dude sitting next to him, looking out the window and pretending Devlin didn't exist.
But--he didn't have headphones on!
"Hey," Devlin said. "Where are you headed from here?"
@Rholy
Impulse decisions were also part of his problem, of course. Devlin had always has poor impulse control but once something was set in his mind, it was decided. Mom tried to help but Devlin didn't trust doctors and he didn't sit still long enough for them to do anything to him. And therapists? Hah... He wasn't telling them anything. He had nothing to say to people close in his life, let alone people he didn't know. What did they want, his whole sordid backstory? They could find out some other way. Newspapers maybe. But he doubted his disappearance had ever been documented.
Whatever. His low tolerance for traitors and his high impulsivity pushed him to not come home and he meant it. Even as he said it over text, he thought he would do it--go to Washington. He was already on a bus out of Hazleton. But he didn't know where he planned to go from there. He looked over at the dude sitting next to him, looking out the window and pretending Devlin didn't exist.
But--he didn't have headphones on!
"Hey," Devlin said. "Where are you headed from here?"
@Rholy