[It's hard question. He bites his lip and crosses his arms. Dwells on the question, turning it over in his mind. Deciding from which angle to take it. None of them are easy and very few will end well. But there's little reason to lie. Not when they have so little to lose.]
Truthfully?
[He keeps his eyes on small things: the sheets of his bed, the build of Oren's shoes, the sloppy workmanship of the closet.] My mistake. [He sighs, shuffling his feet.] My shame. My foolishness.
And yet [he looks to him now] my joy. My relief. [A shrug.] My best friend. And... [Bobbing his head to the side.] ... my love.
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Date: 2015-05-11 01:07 am (UTC)Truthfully?
[He keeps his eyes on small things: the sheets of his bed, the build of Oren's shoes, the sloppy workmanship of the closet.] My mistake. [He sighs, shuffling his feet.] My shame. My foolishness.
And yet [he looks to him now] my joy. My relief. [A shrug.] My best friend. And... [Bobbing his head to the side.] ... my love.