[The curse brought about a means of expressing what was already there. Who wouldn't be drawn into the idea of what it is like to have a secret as big as a life on all fours, a life on the road. It's a folk song of freedom, a great story. That's before getting to know Peter's free and easy way of brushing off anything that would trouble him. Roman's cold mother and cold house preconditioned him to seek out comfort or warmth.]
As long as you know I don't feel like I need to warn.
[He takes the shoulder thump like it is a beating.]
Are you saying you wanna fuck me? [Maybe if it's spoken with a laugh and a lick of his bottom lip it won't seem like Roman's feeling a giddiness well up inside.]
Funny way to go about it. Y'didn't say anything for days.
[As though it was not wounding. Everything's fine. He's here again isn't he? He's not letting go of that hand or allowing his same length fingers to disengage.]
no subject
As long as you know I don't feel like I need to warn.
[He takes the shoulder thump like it is a beating.]
Are you saying you wanna fuck me? [Maybe if it's spoken with a laugh and a lick of his bottom lip it won't seem like Roman's feeling a giddiness well up inside.]
Funny way to go about it. Y'didn't say anything for days.
[As though it was not wounding. Everything's fine. He's here again isn't he? He's not letting go of that hand or allowing his same length fingers to disengage.]