I like to lie to myself that you're not sometimes.
[But he's already so undone from all of this that there's nothing gained from burying what's not been articulated yet. It's known that he doesn't want this. Hates this, because it's another horrible reminder of how this has all come to pass.
Her hands are so warm against him. It feels like pressing against soft earth warmed by the sun.]
Where shall I begin then? That this creates all new fears of someone fool enough to try and use us against each other? That this will be a lifetime appointment which carries all the attendant threats on my life and anyone who may so much as speak with me once? How this is a millstone, and that I fear dragging you along with me even if you are willing?
no subject
[But he's already so undone from all of this that there's nothing gained from burying what's not been articulated yet. It's known that he doesn't want this. Hates this, because it's another horrible reminder of how this has all come to pass.
Her hands are so warm against him. It feels like pressing against soft earth warmed by the sun.]
Where shall I begin then? That this creates all new fears of someone fool enough to try and use us against each other? That this will be a lifetime appointment which carries all the attendant threats on my life and anyone who may so much as speak with me once? How this is a millstone, and that I fear dragging you along with me even if you are willing?