[She makes an agitated sound, because she hates doing this and would rather claw it out than talk to him, but she doesn't have enough energy for that and maybe it's easier in the comfort of her own home. She had said a lot of things curled in Vic Vega's shoulder, here or in their bed or in their shower, that would never have crossed her lips on the other side of their threshold. She had told him, long before Chase had understood it for himself: I don't know who I am.]
☏ courtesies that i disguise in me
It's just a bigger cage. I'm still a fucking toy.