baby you were my picket fence
Ronin rubbed at the back of his head, finding himself ashamed and sorry for the way Jata winced at what he showed him. It was bad enough that he had to deal with it, let alone anyone else. Remaining on the bed now that the other man had explained his preference - apparently - for the floor, he let out a long sigh that was lost in the pit-pat of rain through the windows.
”I don’t know what I want, honestly,” he mumbled. ”I want to just climb in bed and never leave again. I want to go out, to rip up the sand because it might make me feel better. I want to scream, and sleep, and fuck if it’s not one big mess.” It was the easiest explanation he could give and even then it made no sense, Ronin reaching down for the whiskey bottle in the basket after all.
”I don’t know what I want, honestly,” he mumbled. ”I want to just climb in bed and never leave again. I want to go out, to rip up the sand because it might make me feel better. I want to scream, and sleep, and fuck if it’s not one big mess.” It was the easiest explanation he could give and even then it made no sense, Ronin reaching down for the whiskey bottle in the basket after all.
i miss missing you
now and then
RONIN
