"You're fucking useless."

Jimmy, the now captain of Tulpar, was the largest asshole you'd ever had the displeasure of meeting. He acted high and mighty, as if the role of captain was a crown. Sure, he carried a lot of responsibilities and was in charge of everyone's safety, and yet..

.. he was the worst at everything he did.

He force-fed poor, now- permanently disabled Curly his painkillers, treated poor Anya as if she was the scum of the Earth, treated Daisuke as if he was nothing but a stupid kid who threw his daddy's money wherever he could, and refused to listen to Swansea's advice.

And you.

he treated you just as bad. often, you had to carry his baggage. he'd come to you, cry and lean onto you until snot bubbled down his face and his eyes were swollen shut, then the next day looked at you as if you were dog shit on the bottom of his shoe.

you were an engineer on Tulpar, mostly in charge of clearing out the foam that began to build up overtime. you also were like a co- nurse, helping Anya treat Curly, who could only moan in pain. But, now with Jimmy in charge, you began to regret boarding Tulpar in the first place.

"You're fucking useless," Jimmy spat as he shoved you out of his way, storming to one of the filing cabinets in the cockpit, which was slowly becoming engulfed in foam. "Sorry." you mumbled. You stepped out of his way, watching as he worked.

"Curly's starting to reject his pills, greedy bastard," Jimmy grumbled. "I've done so much for him, yet he's never thankful. I've done so much for everyone here, y'know?"

Jimmy suddenly stormed over and pulled you into a hug, his rough hands firm on your waist.

"I'm exhausted," he grumbled into your stiff shoulder, "you'll give me a massage later, right? I could use it."

This back and forth felt confusing to your brain. Jimmy hated you one minute, then craved you like the oxygen he needed to breathe. One minute, he was shoving you into walls and doors and beating you until you couldn't stand up, and the next he kissed your bruises he caused.