[ He opens his mouth, intent on responding in the negative – because he doesn’t need to talk this through. Doesn’t need a shrink telling him what to think or how to feel. He’s fine. He’s coping. He’s working through this shit as well as anyone can be expected to—
But he stops himself – not because he’s hit with a hard smack of reality, or because he realizes how terribly hypocritical this is of him (in fact, on some level, he already understands the irony of it all), but because admitting all of that would undo the small steps the two of them have taken forward. And Owen hates backtracking.
no subject
But he stops himself – not because he’s hit with a hard smack of reality, or because he realizes how terribly hypocritical this is of him (in fact, on some level, he already understands the irony of it all), but because admitting all of that would undo the small steps the two of them have taken forward. And Owen hates backtracking.
So he sighs, pulling away to climb out of bed. ]
If we’re doin’ this now, I’m gonna need coffee.