[ It's the sort of thing that would earn one of those dry laughs, weak and just a tinge of humor in it. Got used to it. Missed it. Thought about it when he shouldn't. There had been no more a pathetic moment than Steven struggling to stay awake and finish his film, curled up on the couch and holding his own bloody hand for some semblance of the contact that he wanted. Contact he was aware he'd probably never get again. He really was mental. ]
Yeah. Bit unfair all things considered. [ Maybe. He wasn't really sure about the fairness of anything, especially not when they involved his already volatile emotions. He just wanted so much, more than most people could reasonably give, and in one way he knew they'd be together no matter what-- in another, was it not more painful without being able to ever hug again? His stomach felt like it was in a coil of knots. It reminded him of the first time he'd been aware of the darkness behind the curtain, feeling so small, so vulnerable, so trapped.
It's enough to make his breathing a little wheezy. ] I don't know what to do now.
no subject
Yeah. Bit unfair all things considered. [ Maybe. He wasn't really sure about the fairness of anything, especially not when they involved his already volatile emotions. He just wanted so much, more than most people could reasonably give, and in one way he knew they'd be together no matter what-- in another, was it not more painful without being able to ever hug again? His stomach felt like it was in a coil of knots. It reminded him of the first time he'd been aware of the darkness behind the curtain, feeling so small, so vulnerable, so trapped.
It's enough to make his breathing a little wheezy. ] I don't know what to do now.