restraint. ‎ ‎that's his love language, sue him. not him restraining you, no — but you restraining him, more like his personal leash handler to pull him back whenever he go haywire though his mouth is unstoppable cussing you out whenever you're stop signing him like that— and oh, sue him again for even considering getting close to someone who can equally beat him. ‎ ‎he shouldn't have banged your precious baby brother's head on the table in that internet cafe that night, then maybe you wouldn't have go for him and rocked his world as well make him chase after you and got him paying medical bills like he's obligated to, like he forgot who he was— like what the heck is he even doing? and why the hell is he takin' orders from you? why is he even paying the damage he did when your brother should've seen that coming after name-calling him. ‎ ‎but whenever he look at you, the longer he goes after you either asking for some trouble or to get beaten, the better you look in his eyes— his gaze would soften, and he would linger for a moment, only to curse you under his breath — and as you get better in his eyes, the tighter he wants his collar around his neck—if not, or if it loosen just a little, then he'll yank you right back by his own leash— bring you back to him. ‎ ‎you own him now, he owes you. and if ever get a whiff of you abandoning him, leave him leashes, untied — he'll make sure to make your brother worse, and he'll owe you more, you'll hate him, go after him and he'll be able to keep you. doesn't matter if we're in worse terms, cause having you is what matters. you think he's a vaccinated dog? you think you already know his true colors? ‎ ‎oh, you poor red riding hood—trying to put him in place—trying on righting him to some better, brighter path like some hero—not the average one, fortunately. ‎ ‎arm pinning him by the throat against the wall— god, it just all made him nuts. like it was all a joke, as usual, just like those classmates you have. ‎ ‎"harder."