[ tongue in cheek, though he sounds touched. hard not to be. after he spent minutes that felt like hours in the void, time dilated and insecurities magnified. hearing every doubt about his worth and nature in stereo. ]
Yeah, a lot of people do. You made sure I don’t forget it.
[ all over adrian’s post and in his inbox, even more proof than his fierce defenders at the trial. ]
I don’t know that I know what’s fucked up or not. [ or maybe he does, and he chooses when to rationalise it, the same as adrian. my brother used to beat the shit out of me, which was cool. ] Or I do, and that’s a shitty excuse to make problems for everyone, when I get twisted up about it later. Sorry, anyway.
Psh! ( a much more enthusiastic psh than his previous one. adrian usually bounces back — usually because of bob. ) You don't owe me an apology. I like your problems! I like everything about you. Anyway, fucked is ... I mean, it's like — it's when — um ... ( trying to figure out what being treated right is like when your standards are in the mud? ) Well. As long as you're always taking care of Bob, we're square. And if you're not — I'll take care of Bob, easy! I hid affirmations in your room, and I reorganized your CDs, and I made your bed. The maids never do it right — too British, I think.
[ for everything. he'd meant it when he told others how much a difference adrian already made back at the commune, with energy enough to compensate for his low moods. adrian does even more for him now. maybe others would find it too much — but it's just right. for bob. proof of care, too abundant to be denied. ]
I like you, too. [ with a sigh, ] Looking forward to figuring out what system you used for the CDs this time.
[ since it seems to change with adrian's finicky brain. ]
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[ tongue in cheek, though he sounds touched. hard not to be. after he spent minutes that felt like hours in the void, time dilated and insecurities magnified. hearing every doubt about his worth and nature in stereo. ]
Yeah, a lot of people do. You made sure I don’t forget it.
[ all over adrian’s post and in his inbox, even more proof than his fierce defenders at the trial. ]
I don’t know that I know what’s fucked up or not. [ or maybe he does, and he chooses when to rationalise it, the same as adrian. my brother used to beat the shit out of me, which was cool. ] Or I do, and that’s a shitty excuse to make problems for everyone, when I get twisted up about it later. Sorry, anyway.
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( guy who does not understand nuance. )
Psh! ( a much more enthusiastic psh than his previous one. adrian usually bounces back — usually because of bob. ) You don't owe me an apology. I like your problems! I like everything about you. Anyway, fucked is ... I mean, it's like — it's when — um ... ( trying to figure out what being treated right is like when your standards are in the mud? ) Well. As long as you're always taking care of Bob, we're square. And if you're not — I'll take care of Bob, easy! I hid affirmations in your room, and I reorganized your CDs, and I made your bed. The maids never do it right — too British, I think.
🎀
[ for everything. he'd meant it when he told others how much a difference adrian already made back at the commune, with energy enough to compensate for his low moods. adrian does even more for him now. maybe others would find it too much — but it's just right. for bob. proof of care, too abundant to be denied. ]
I like you, too. [ with a sigh, ] Looking forward to figuring out what system you used for the CDs this time.
[ since it seems to change with adrian's finicky brain. ]