The Latent Bonding of Devil Dogs at War
"You should be so lucky,” Brad says, and he watches Ray tighten his grip on the steering wheel before looking back out the window. “Nothing worse than getting tied to one person and having no say in who you have to fuck for the rest of your life.”
“Oh, yeah, Reporter,” Ray says, as if this is only now occurring to him, “Brad only likes prostitutes. Write that down.”
In which Brad winds up bonded to Ray, and isn't exactly happy with the situation.
- Part 1 of The Latent Bonding of Devil Dogs at War
“Some kumbaya zen wedding bullshit. Our little Rudy is getting married.”
“Little?” Brad asks, and thinks of how fucking ridiculous it all is, Rudy and his love bond. Rudy feeling the need to tell everyone how soft he’s gone over one person, how fucking compromised he is. It makes Brad feel uneasy, watching someone put their weaknesses out there on display like that. “Rudy takes shits that are bigger than you.”
Or: Brad wants to get married. Ray doesn't.
- Part 2 of The Latent Bonding of Devil Dogs at War