"Being an asshole isn't enough?" He glances around in hopes of ensuring he's not going to be told off for swearing, but the waitresses at the diner have better things to do than harangue him. There's a booth open, so he slips past her and starts walking toward it, assuming she'll follow. "He doesn't care about anything - except work. And if I have to hear about going to Georgetown University one more time, I'm going to lose it."
Which probably sounds petty, but you can't tell a girl my sister disappeared and my dad doesn't even look for her before you've even sat down. He takes a menu and unfolds it without actually looking it over. His eyes are still on Dana's, sitting across the chrome-and-formica table. "Maybe if he was gone more, I'd like him better. Maybe if you didn't have to worry about your dad getting shipped out, you wouldn't like him as much. I don't know."
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Which probably sounds petty, but you can't tell a girl my sister disappeared and my dad doesn't even look for her before you've even sat down. He takes a menu and unfolds it without actually looking it over. His eyes are still on Dana's, sitting across the chrome-and-formica table. "Maybe if he was gone more, I'd like him better. Maybe if you didn't have to worry about your dad getting shipped out, you wouldn't like him as much. I don't know."