food in the woodsen

Koa

Don't you just wanna wake up dark as a lake
Smelling like a bonfire, lost in a haze?

Okay, well, that's because you haven't heard the juicy shit, Zav. But keep the shots coming and maybe that'll change, despite Koa's better judgment and mostly because he's really quite desperate to get this all off his chest.

Ah, but there's the real question, though, the heart of the issue and the thing that he has no answer for. If Koa were being honest with himself - he's not, but let's pretend - if he's being honest, then yes, he has thought about what would happen if Soh wanted more. And more than a just little - the thought has risen at the most inopportune times, while he's training, or showering, or trying to sleep, like a fucking mosquito he cannot shake. He's pictured it a hundred ways, imagined the what if. But on the absurdly few occasions he's dared to really, really contemplate what he would do...

"I... don't know," Koa answers softly, honestly, all bravado and humorous armor finally stripped away. Because that's the truth of it: Koa doesn't know he wants.

If he'd be brave enough to try again.

Ah, but shots! Shots will solve all these problems, carry them away on a hazy river of disinhibition and ease. "Hell yeah! Waiter, a round of shots, please - and make his a double!" Maybe that will be enough to get Zavien to stop asking such Hard Deep Questions.

If you're drunk on life, babe, I think it's great
But while in this world I think I'll take my whiskey neat