[She gets it. The bad spells. The difficulty of corralling the right words. The importance, sometimes, of merely knowing someone is there in another room in their house gone quiet under a layer of snow and the weight of their individual thoughts, ready to clear off a spot to sit on their bed and pass over a joint should words emerge to explain red-rimmed eyes. She gets sometimes the best way to communicate is nonverbal.
His gratitude comes across loud and clear, and the pat he gets on his back is her you're welcome. And a thanks, too. A thank you for a lot of things: for being there; for being braver than he thinks, and kinder than he has to be. It's only awkward if the sentiment doesn't run on a two way street.
But Paimon better not even think about stepping foot in her room when she's not there, or there willbemore. Don't test The Bitch, motherfucker.]
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His gratitude comes across loud and clear, and the pat he gets on his back is her you're welcome. And a thanks, too. A thank you for a lot of things: for being there; for being braver than he thinks, and kinder than he has to be. It's only awkward if the sentiment doesn't run on a two way street.
But Paimon better not even think about stepping foot in her room when she's not there, or there will be more. Don't test The Bitch, motherfucker.]