"D-do you think you& #39;ve lived a fulfilling life?"

Rick had his hands behind his head, and back against the makeshift bed he haphazardly made on the rear of the spaceship.

Morty was sitting down, knobby knees to his chest while he traced patterns on the dilapidated pillowcase.

Rick chuckles, throwing him a look. "Where the fuck did that come from?"

He smiles meekly to himself at Rick& #39;s expected cursing. Rick had no patience for these kinds of questions, Morty knew, and he wouldn& #39;t have brought it up in the first place on a normal night.

reposting this because i remember a lot of people used to like this particular one. i& #39;m gonna change some things in this thread though (my ass couldn& #39;t help but edit all the things i & #39;told& #39; and didn& #39;t & #39;show& #39;)