He spits out the toothpaste and washes out his mouth, before wandering back out. "As much as it takes to make Brian leave me the hell alone."
He hates to admit that burning off steam by running on a treadmill is probably good for him and keeps him from being as angry as he could be all the time.
He flops down on the bed next to Kitty and looks up at the ceiling. "Who the hell am I? What have I become that I'm...down to one cigarette a day and running on treadmills." He wrinkles his nose and looks at her pointedly. "This is all your fault. You and your body fascist ways got the better of me. Planted the seeds of 'but Pete you could be healthier' in me brain. You're to blame for this."
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Date: 2018-10-04 11:39 am (UTC)He hates to admit that burning off steam by running on a treadmill is probably good for him and keeps him from being as angry as he could be all the time.
He flops down on the bed next to Kitty and looks up at the ceiling. "Who the hell am I? What have I become that I'm...down to one cigarette a day and running on treadmills." He wrinkles his nose and looks at her pointedly. "This is all your fault. You and your body fascist ways got the better of me. Planted the seeds of 'but Pete you could be healthier' in me brain. You're to blame for this."