you don't ever have to worry about what i feel. the way i feel about you won't change. you can do whatever you like to me. you could turn this town to dust, burn the woods until they were cinders, you could cut out my heart.
it wouldn't matter.
it would not change a thing.
Chuck was looser, always with a chip on his shoulder about everything, eager to prove himself even to people who didn’t care… he was an emotional mess, a stew of anxieties and grudges related to his father.