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Summary
For months now, Rick has been ignoring Morty completely. They don't go on adventures, they don't watch TV, they don't even talk at the dinner table. With his stomach in knots, all Morty can do is wonder--will Rick ever come back to him?
Or; what happens when Rick thinks he can solve his Morty problem.
Excerpt:
He’d had about enough of this bullshit between them. He deserved answers, didn’t he? He at least deserved for Rick to look him in the face while he told him off. Before Rick could get very far Morty stopped him in front of of the coffee table by grabbing his pack and yanking on it. Rick nearly lost his feet, teetering with both arms out while he took little foal steps to right himself. He turned towards Morty, a snarl on his face.
“What the fuck are you doing, Morty? I don’t have time for you right now,” he said, struggling to keep his voice low.
“When do you ever?” Again Morty tugged on the bag, ripping it off of Rick’s shoulder. “Now’s a-a-as good a time as any to tell me what your problem is, Rick.”