"Ewww," Alex comments dryly, not sure he wants to think too much about it either. Cesare's fidgeting is curious, hilarious even, and he snorts. "Getting a hard-on just at the thought of her cunt?"

He laughs and kicks a pebble clear across the street where it bounces off a car and takes some of the paint with it. "Think I deserve it then? Think I deserve to be fucked over? Whatever. S'not worth the thoughts. Or words. Or anything. Fucking bastard."

He's not sure where they are going, or where he wants to go, either. Somewhere, that should be enough.