Danny was silent for a long moment, thinking it over.
"I could tell you about the lover I stayed with even after he blackened my
eye and split my lip, week after week. Ever the foolish romantic, convinced
he just needed me to love him, and that he'd change, that he loved me. Or
perhaps the night I invited an endless line of strangers into my home to
fuck me however they liked- No names, no words, no protection... Or perhaps
the simplistic sin of lingering at Scottie's side, pretending not to
realize that all he wanted was for me to fall in love with him? Take your
pick, it's all shit," he shrugged, leaning back in his seat. "I was shit.
...I don't know if that's really changed, but I'd like to pretend it has.
It makes all the pain I went through almost feel worth it. Almost," he
said, voice breaking slightly on that last word.
He patted himself down, looking for a smoke- Forgetting for a moment that
he'd quit months ago and he couldn't smoke in here anyway.
Sniffing, he clasped his hands to stop himself fidgeting, but he didn't
look at Greg. He was sure if he did he'd see a look of disgust or at least
disappointment.
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Danny was silent for a long moment, thinking it over.
"I could tell you about the lover I stayed with even after he blackened my eye and split my lip, week after week. Ever the foolish romantic, convinced he just needed me to love him, and that he'd change, that he loved me. Or perhaps the night I invited an endless line of strangers into my home to fuck me however they liked- No names, no words, no protection... Or perhaps the simplistic sin of lingering at Scottie's side, pretending not to realize that all he wanted was for me to fall in love with him? Take your pick, it's all shit," he shrugged, leaning back in his seat. "I was shit. ...I don't know if that's really changed, but I'd like to pretend it has. It makes all the pain I went through almost feel worth it. Almost," he said, voice breaking slightly on that last word.
He patted himself down, looking for a smoke- Forgetting for a moment that he'd quit months ago and he couldn't smoke in here anyway.
Sniffing, he clasped his hands to stop himself fidgeting, but he didn't look at Greg. He was sure if he did he'd see a look of disgust or at least disappointment.