[ a strangely tight feeling at the offer, his chest locking up against the press of kindness. ]
It's so cute when you pretend to still care about me. He's got a hidden stash of sick photos like the world's biggest creep. You'd have to blow up the whole house to get rid of them.
Wait, so how much can you really do? Can you blow this place up? Can you feel what my fingers are doing?
What's worse than blowing up the house and killing us all? Yeah, I listened. Skeptically. Okay, half-listened. Everything he was saying sounded completely fucking ridiculous, and I had personal reasons to not support your public crucifixion. Anyway, I know you wouldn't hurt anyone on purpose.
uh i don’t really want to talk about it it’s just like the sentry i mean the strength and flying and mind powers that’s the good stuff
but any time i use the good it’s an opening for the bad to get out like i cracked the door on whatever they put inside me so i try not to use it at all and i really shouldn’t have used it with you
[ he doesn't know what's behind that cracked door, what could possibly be so bad that lives in him. he sits up in bed, running a hand down his face. ]
Listen. I asked. I wanted it. I wanted you. I've done a lot of that stuff before. Honestly, the kinds of things I've let people do to me are probably better left unsaid. But with you it was just different. I thought it would be like every other time I've been fucked up but it wasn't. And it's not because there's anything wrong with you. I don't know what it was. Or what's wrong with me. I'm sorry. I should've been able to do anything you wanted. That's what was working for us, and I didn't hold up my end, and I'm sorry for that. I guess that's it.
[ the longest pause yet, broken by attempts at typing several responses.
finally, ]
i don’t need you to do anything i want or want you to which kind of doesn’t make sense now that i’m looking at it
[ “i don’t want you to want to do what i want.” sure. ]
i just wanted you to want me i thought you did even when i showed up at your cabin like a total wreck that’s what worked for me everything else was like a bonus
except for the barfing and crying but that’s just cause i don’t want to see you hurt, man
[ his heart kicks up a protest, that he shouldn't agree to anything, that whatever fundamentally broken thing inside of him fucked this up in the first place will inevitably do it again. do you really want to see bob looking at you like that again? it's a wonder, a testament to bob's character that he even wants to associate with embry at all after this, but that doesn't mean he's right for doing so. ]
Sure. Yes.
Go to sleep, Bobby. Or hurry up and get on that booty call. People don't like to be woken up in the middle of the night.
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It's so cute when you pretend to still care about me.
He's got a hidden stash of sick photos like the world's biggest creep. You'd have to blow up the whole house to get rid of them.
Wait, so how much can you really do? Can you blow this place up?
Can you feel what my fingers are doing?
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even though i’m pissed at you
[ meaning hurt by you, but that’s too honest (and pathetic). ]
i could do a lot worse than that
did you listen to anything stephen said about me?
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What's worse than blowing up the house and killing us all?
Yeah, I listened. Skeptically.
Okay, half-listened. Everything he was saying sounded completely fucking ridiculous, and I had personal reasons to not support your public crucifixion.
Anyway, I know you wouldn't hurt anyone on purpose.
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i don’t really want to talk about it
it’s just like
the sentry
i mean the strength and flying and mind powers
that’s the good stuff
but any time i use the good
it’s an opening for the bad to get out
like
i cracked the door on whatever they put inside me
so i try not to use it at all
and i really shouldn’t have used it with you
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Listen. I asked. I wanted it. I wanted you.
I've done a lot of that stuff before. Honestly, the kinds of things I've let people do to me are probably better left unsaid.
But with you it was just different. I thought it would be like every other time I've been fucked up but it wasn't. And it's not because there's anything wrong with you.
I don't know what it was. Or what's wrong with me.
I'm sorry. I should've been able to do anything you wanted. That's what was working for us, and I didn't hold up my end, and I'm sorry for that.
I guess that's it.
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finally, ]
i don’t need you to do anything i want
or want you to
which kind of doesn’t make sense now that i’m looking at it
[ “i don’t want you to want to do what i want.” sure. ]
i just wanted you to want me
i thought you did
even when i showed up at your cabin like a total wreck
that’s what worked for me
everything else was like
a bonus
except for the barfing and crying
but that’s just cause i don’t want to see you hurt, man
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You can refer to it as "mind-blowing" or "life-changing."
I do want you. I think maybe
Maybe it'll take longer for you to do the things to me that I do to you.
If you could forget the barfing and crying ever happened, that would be great. That was a version of me that hadn't blacked out a bunch of stuff yet.
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okay
i’ll try to blackout on purpose instead of on accident for once
and we’ll figure out the rest together?
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Sure.
Yes.
Go to sleep, Bobby. Or hurry up and get on that booty call. People don't like to be woken up in the middle of the night.
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night, embry