[ Kyle knows he's moving more and more away from caring about what happened during those six months. A time when he had been hurt over and over again, and that's not even counting in a physical way. He's realizing more and more that nothing was healthy during that time. ]

I'm still not sure if it was real. At least not when it started. Not after the things I've seen here. But I'm not sure it matters, but I just think about that.

[ He shrugs, even as he runs his hand over Nick's foot, tracing the bones delicately. ]

The festival was a lot about body art. He had a tattoo when he came home. Lyrics from a song and he said he must have gotten them for me but, now? I'm not sure. He shared his memories with me and I know how much he loved two other people, one he swore to love when he came back from being home so I'm not sure truly if it was for me or her. Or hell, the guy he was with when he got it.

I would have sworn I knew then, but there's a lot that happened, and things he didn't think I knew about and lies told and promises broken so I'm not sure anymore.