i'd choose you, but only because he wouldn't ask. i'd choose you, but he hasn't, not really. what a peculiar skill, to take oneself hostage. he needs space: a clear hall, a wall to punch. something that rage can't bruise. wouldn't it be easier if he could just be angry about this? maker, isn't he allowed to be angry?
isaac drifts toward the bed, lifts a hand free of balled linen to kiss its knuckles; soft. ]
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i'd choose you, but only because he wouldn't ask. i'd choose you, but he hasn't, not really. what a peculiar skill, to take oneself hostage. he needs space: a clear hall, a wall to punch. something that rage can't bruise. wouldn't it be easier if he could just be angry about this? maker, isn't he allowed to be angry?
isaac drifts toward the bed, lifts a hand free of balled linen to kiss its knuckles; soft. ]
You have yourself.
[ it's all the three of them share. ]