Can't say I really did, either.... least not the way the church spun it.
[ granted he'd only ever been to a church a few times. wayne wasn't the religious sort, and his father had never believed in anything that wasn't himself. ]
The town's a tarpit. [ he agrees. ] If it doesn't kill you, it just traps you until something else does...
[ and here? they're free. to be themselves. to love whoever they want to. it's... it's hard. and for some ineffable reason he wants to go back. for the kids. for his uncle. but there's no denying his future is brighter here than home. ]
[He hums, low. Dreams that are a little impossible now and then. He isn't sure he would have done well in college, but he knows he would have tried. Tried so fucking hard if it meant getting out from under Neil's thumb. ]
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[ he sets the kitten back on the bed. ]
And neither were you. What happened to us - that wasn't karma, or comeuppance, or whatever... it was just tragedy.
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[ and now ? ] I guess this is - it’s decent payoff. Us. Harrington.
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[ ... ]
Still not convinced this isn't some kinda fucked up afterlife.
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[ granted he'd only ever been to a church a few times. wayne wasn't the religious sort, and his father had never believed in anything that wasn't himself. ]
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[he means got a little too close with anyone not fitting Neil's perfect little all American image. ]
I kind of thought I'd just stop. Used to be comforting.
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eddie can't say he doesn't get it. ]
I spent a really long time wanting to just disappear. [ an uncertain pause. ] And then when it was actually happening, all I wanted was more time.
I'm glad we both got more time. Here. Together.
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Yeah. Me too. I think Hawkins might've killed us in the end, anyway. Sucked out all the shit that makes us us, in the end.
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[ and here? they're free. to be themselves. to love whoever they want to. it's... it's hard. and for some ineffable reason he wants to go back. for the kids. for his uncle. but there's no denying his future is brighter here than home. ]
What were you gonna study? At school, I mean.
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[He hums, low. Dreams that are a little impossible now and then. He isn't sure he would have done well in college, but he knows he would have tried. Tried so fucking hard if it meant getting out from under Neil's thumb. ]
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[ the politics don't surprise him. ]
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You've read Narnia? Mmm... Guess that is required reading for every closeted guy.
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[he's laughing - ] Caspian and Lilliandil had me a chokehold. I never knew if it was my fucking mommy and daddy issues or if I wanted in there.
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[very serious, look: ] You think Dracula fucked Jonathon?
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And speaking of classics, Gatsby and whatshisface? Also definitely fucking.
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[it is maybe too soon for him to make jokes about this. ]
Oh, yeah. Absolutely. Bronte's are full of closet lesbians too.
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[ he is relatively certain that this is fact. ]
You think Mr. Darcy and Bingham were fucking? I wrote that in an essay in English and got a big fat F for bringing degeneracy to the classics.
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[ha -] Oh, yeah. Listen, any two guys in Victorian Lit that are that friendly are fucking. I mean, just look at Lord Henry and Dorian Gray.
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[ he's laughing. ]
I'd have paid attention in class if this was the topic at hand. Which characters are subtextually fucking.
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