You seem fine with it when it's me pinning you to a wall.
[Because the joke is easy despite the way there's edges to this talk of so much more. Yet they're just being there, together. Kyle is telling himself all the time it doesn't matter what it's called or anything else. Just what it means to them.
He sees the cactus, thinks about home, tries not to let himself think too much of it. Or too much about how it makes him feel.
He falls quiet a moment though about something else, about those things he doesn't talk about. Like the really bad times, as if the snap of loss hadn't been the bad times. But it wasn't the worst. ]
I got it to prove how much I loved him. To show I hadn't given up though he had.
[ He's never talked about the break, about what happened a month after they devoted themselves to one another. He knows it is when the lies started, when all the vows had been broken and never renewed. ]
He was cursed, and somehow ended up back home. He lived out the rest of his life. When he came back, he wanted nothing to do with me. I was obviously a mistake after what he had lived through and what he'd done to his family in his life.
[ He watches what Nick is doing, his voice very even and very hollow, but there's new thoughts as he talks about this. About how much of an idiot he had been. ]
He kept coming back, took what he wanted and left. But I was in bad shape. Wasn't eating, wasn't working out, drinking a lot. I got the tattoo at a festival, swearing I would do better, prove I hadn't given up. I stopped drinking, took care of myself. Eventually he got his memories back, opened himself up, and came back.
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[Because the joke is easy despite the way there's edges to this talk of so much more. Yet they're just being there, together. Kyle is telling himself all the time it doesn't matter what it's called or anything else. Just what it means to them.
He sees the cactus, thinks about home, tries not to let himself think too much of it. Or too much about how it makes him feel.
He falls quiet a moment though about something else, about those things he doesn't talk about. Like the really bad times, as if the snap of loss hadn't been the bad times. But it wasn't the worst. ]
I got it to prove how much I loved him. To show I hadn't given up though he had.
[ He's never talked about the break, about what happened a month after they devoted themselves to one another. He knows it is when the lies started, when all the vows had been broken and never renewed. ]
He was cursed, and somehow ended up back home. He lived out the rest of his life. When he came back, he wanted nothing to do with me. I was obviously a mistake after what he had lived through and what he'd done to his family in his life.
[ He watches what Nick is doing, his voice very even and very hollow, but there's new thoughts as he talks about this. About how much of an idiot he had been. ]
He kept coming back, took what he wanted and left. But I was in bad shape. Wasn't eating, wasn't working out, drinking a lot. I got the tattoo at a festival, swearing I would do better, prove I hadn't given up. I stopped drinking, took care of myself. Eventually he got his memories back, opened himself up, and came back.
[ He pauses before adding. ]
I was an idiot.