KORBIN
It's so nice to meet you
Let's never meet again
Let's never meet again
Silence stretched long and heavy between them. For Korbin, it was nothing new. It owned him, ate at him, invaded his every thought and feeling. It was so utter and complete that it even invaded his dreams, and kept him firmly from falling asleep, even had the potter not been present.
With eyes half lidded and staring out into the night, it took him a moment to register that Amun was saying something again. Slowly, Korbin turned his head back, and watched the words form. They were rather generic, and could relate to a lot of things they had talked about, but... he guessed at the most apparent topic. The most recent one. He drew slowly after breath and sat up a bit straighter. Made an attempt to straighten out his own intentions with this - how deep would he be willing to plunge with this person before it was too much, too close, too personal?
"Think of it as... lancing a boil," he offered hoarsely, reaching for the first analogy he could come up with. He'd been doing a lot of that at work lately; it came to mind all too easily. "Grief, like a wound, sometimes fester inside you. There are many ways of clearing it out. You can cry, or scream at the sky. Get in fistfights, drink until you pass out, lose yourself in art or work or in other people. Sometimes all of it, and sometimes... it just helps to put words on what you feel. Say it out loud, so you can see it more clearly."
He dragged a hand through the messy hair, turning it into even more of a mess as the hairs stood on end, untamed. Korbin had tried most of these things; some helped more than others. "It's no miracle fix, mind. It won't help if you don't want to let go of what's hurting you. That's my problem... and you see where that's taking me."
He gave Amun a wry smile, void of humor. Korbin was slowly turning bitter and hard, the more he let his pain rule his actions. He was aware of it, but couldn't let go. Just... couldn't bring himself to do it.
"But... well. It might help, if you let it." Broad shoulders rose and fell in a quiet shrug; it was up to the other if he wanted to talk or not. If this was what would help; Korbin had already offered to help, and he might be willing to do more than listen, depending on what the guy wished to try.
With eyes half lidded and staring out into the night, it took him a moment to register that Amun was saying something again. Slowly, Korbin turned his head back, and watched the words form. They were rather generic, and could relate to a lot of things they had talked about, but... he guessed at the most apparent topic. The most recent one. He drew slowly after breath and sat up a bit straighter. Made an attempt to straighten out his own intentions with this - how deep would he be willing to plunge with this person before it was too much, too close, too personal?
"Think of it as... lancing a boil," he offered hoarsely, reaching for the first analogy he could come up with. He'd been doing a lot of that at work lately; it came to mind all too easily. "Grief, like a wound, sometimes fester inside you. There are many ways of clearing it out. You can cry, or scream at the sky. Get in fistfights, drink until you pass out, lose yourself in art or work or in other people. Sometimes all of it, and sometimes... it just helps to put words on what you feel. Say it out loud, so you can see it more clearly."
He dragged a hand through the messy hair, turning it into even more of a mess as the hairs stood on end, untamed. Korbin had tried most of these things; some helped more than others. "It's no miracle fix, mind. It won't help if you don't want to let go of what's hurting you. That's my problem... and you see where that's taking me."
He gave Amun a wry smile, void of humor. Korbin was slowly turning bitter and hard, the more he let his pain rule his actions. He was aware of it, but couldn't let go. Just... couldn't bring himself to do it.
"But... well. It might help, if you let it." Broad shoulders rose and fell in a quiet shrug; it was up to the other if he wanted to talk or not. If this was what would help; Korbin had already offered to help, and he might be willing to do more than listen, depending on what the guy wished to try.
We don't have to smile
We don't have to make friends
We don't have to make friends
