Tommy can be shown to Tampa's study room. He hadn't been allowed in, before, but it'll be easier to keep an eye on him like this.
"I want you to report here for your free periods," Clay tells him, "and you'll be sitting with me at meals."
Tommy can be shown to Tampa's study room. He hadn't been allowed in, before, but it'll be easier to keep an eye on him like this.
"I want you to report here for your free periods," Clay tells him, "and you'll be sitting with me at meals."
"Maybe you can get it back if you, if you listen to me, okay? But right now, you don't listen to me ever, you’re the only person who doesn’t ever listen to me. If I tell you to do something, you’re like no, fuck you, and you go and do, like, the exact opposite. So no, I'm not giving you a knife."
"That does not sound like me. That isn't what I sound like. Fuck you! Do not make fun of me, fuck you, I am so much more powerful than you!"
"You're not--you’re like a little annoying pest, just--pissing me off."
"You know what this reminds me of, this reminds me of the 1910s. ...And I won't get into why."
Clay's pretty content to go around stabbing mals and working on his own projects while Tommy does his homework.
"I'm in here because of you, I am-- I am noticing a correlation, between me being here and you watching me--"
"I mean. You also have to take the blame at least partially, right, Tommy? --Oh, there's a mal." Mal is dead. Clay is so good at killing mals.
"Clay. Clay. Most people when they first meet me find me annoying, and then they realize I am the BEST!"
"Uh-huh. Is that how it is. --Listen, I have breakfast soon, okay? But you can, I'm letting you eat with us."