[That's stupid. Héctor is so unbelievably stupid, awful, and...kind. Being home in Hell still means being in Hell. Home was still home when Carl was in it. There are other problems, too, ones he selfishly decides to feel no sympathy towards -- no, that's not true. Very little sympathy. He can do that, maybe. Regardless, it's something he feels okay about stocking as a weapon even though he knows that's wrong.
He doesn't use it for now. Cliff laughs, wet and completely devoid of cheer, at what's supposed to be encouragement, maybe?]
All that means is my luck is shitty.
[...But he does extend out a foot and push against Héctor to pretend he's shoving him away.]
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He doesn't use it for now. Cliff laughs, wet and completely devoid of cheer, at what's supposed to be encouragement, maybe?]
All that means is my luck is shitty.
[...But he does extend out a foot and push against Héctor to pretend he's shoving him away.]