Ice-edged and falling like rain, one drop then another until warmth seeps away and he could almost shiver and aren't those, aren't some of those drops real and more like tears?
She's not okay. It's not okay. He. Oh he.
He disappointed her. Didn't he? Like he disappoints everyone very easily, it's taken longer with her but he always always disappoints and there's no parrot even only disappointing he didn't mean to, really he didn't mean to and he's holding his head against hers now, drawing his arms tight around her.
Whose wife would she be? That's a bad, a negative question. The cold's creeping further, opening a down down downward spiral. He can't go down there. Wants to stay with her. Only he disappointed her. Only he... worried her? Only maybe the downward's what he's earned, all down and down and cold.
He would like to make this go away.
He'd like to make it turn all right. What is he supposed to...? ]
Sometimes people drive.
[ That's not... good enough, is it? ]
Just wanted a drink. Nothing bad.
[ A nudge: his head against her own. A tension crawling through him. He made this happen. He wants to unmake this happen. Maybe he broke something? That's not, not a good kind of thought. ]
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Ice-edged and falling like rain, one drop then another until warmth seeps away and he could almost shiver and aren't those, aren't some of those drops real and more like tears?
She's not okay. It's not okay. He. Oh he.
He disappointed her. Didn't he? Like he disappoints everyone very easily, it's taken longer with her but he always always disappoints and there's no parrot even only disappointing he didn't mean to, really he didn't mean to and he's holding his head against hers now, drawing his arms tight around her.
Whose wife would she be? That's a bad, a negative question. The cold's creeping further, opening a down down downward spiral. He can't go down there. Wants to stay with her. Only he disappointed her. Only he... worried her? Only maybe the downward's what he's earned, all down and down and cold.
He would like to make this go away.
He'd like to make it turn all right. What is he supposed to...? ]
Sometimes people drive.
[ That's not... good enough, is it? ]
Just wanted a drink. Nothing bad.
[ A nudge: his head against her own. A tension crawling through him. He made this happen. He wants to unmake this happen. Maybe he broke something? That's not, not a good kind of thought. ]