Does my kid seem like a liar? No. But sometimes we're not exactly truthful when there's something we want.
[How many times had he told a woman he could go for hours? Yeah. Like that. Just like that, but with less sex, more moral grayscale, and way too many severed body parts.
And hey, he has friends! Lots of friends! Shut up! He turned back to her, staring, eyes meeting hers, unfettered by her steadfastness but still unsure of his foot on everything else. There was so much to fucking unpack, so much to say, to think about, to mull the fuck over when all he wanted to just ignore it like he used to. Dealing with stuff when it came up was way better than this. ]
Well, let's hope that they don't corroborate your story. [He waited for a look, for backlash, spoke if there was or wasn't some.] What? I don't want to know that my side is doing terrible shit anymore than you want to know that your side is. I don't want to think--I don't want to be the bad guy, you know?
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Does my kid seem like a liar? No. But sometimes we're not exactly truthful when there's something we want.
[How many times had he told a woman he could go for hours? Yeah. Like that. Just like that, but with less sex, more moral grayscale, and way too many severed body parts.
And hey, he has friends! Lots of friends! Shut up! He turned back to her, staring, eyes meeting hers, unfettered by her steadfastness but still unsure of his foot on everything else. There was so much to fucking unpack, so much to say, to think about, to mull the fuck over when all he wanted to just ignore it like he used to. Dealing with stuff when it came up was way better than this. ]
Well, let's hope that they don't corroborate your story. [He waited for a look, for backlash, spoke if there was or wasn't some.] What? I don't want to know that my side is doing terrible shit anymore than you want to know that your side is. I don't want to think--I don't want to be the bad guy, you know?
No one does.