[Guh. Ain feels sick, and it's not the cigarette smoke. It's the... Everything else going on. He thinks he's having a midlife crisis at 23. He thinks he's going to get home and start crying. Maybe he'll cry on the bus because they're apart and right now, Ain just wants to be here, slightly freezing on this bench, looking at the ducks and the moonlight.
Eventually, the ducks leave, and it's just them. Nothing to do but stare into the lake and wonder. Why does he feel sick? Is he sick? And is he sick in a physical or a religious sense? Something is stirring, and he's not sure what it is, but he feels like he should say sorry. To who? To Wolfwood? To God? To himself?
Ain tears himself away when Wolfwood is halfway done with the cigarette, scooting back to his original spot on the bench. It's cold now. It stays cold until seconds before he gets up, feeling somber and upset and disappointed.
Disappointed. Why? Why why why? What did he think would happen? Wolfwood would touch him again? Absolutely not; he's just being nice because Ain's a weird little freak and Wolfwood is a decent enough person not to shove him into the lake about it.]
Yeah. Probably. I don't think I smell like a bar anymore, right?
[In case he gets home and Mom asks questions. Ain thinks, if he does, he'll just say... he was helping a drunkard in an alleyway find God. Ain will lie. That's all he's good for lately.]
I still have the bus trip, too, so I'm sure it'll be fine, haha...
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Date: 2024-02-10 09:51 pm (UTC)Eventually, the ducks leave, and it's just them. Nothing to do but stare into the lake and wonder. Why does he feel sick? Is he sick? And is he sick in a physical or a religious sense? Something is stirring, and he's not sure what it is, but he feels like he should say sorry. To who? To Wolfwood? To God? To himself?
Ain tears himself away when Wolfwood is halfway done with the cigarette, scooting back to his original spot on the bench. It's cold now. It stays cold until seconds before he gets up, feeling somber and upset and disappointed.
Disappointed. Why? Why why why? What did he think would happen? Wolfwood would touch him again? Absolutely not; he's just being nice because Ain's a weird little freak and Wolfwood is a decent enough person not to shove him into the lake about it.]
Yeah. Probably. I don't think I smell like a bar anymore, right?
[In case he gets home and Mom asks questions. Ain thinks, if he does, he'll just say... he was helping a drunkard in an alleyway find God. Ain will lie. That's all he's good for lately.]
I still have the bus trip, too, so I'm sure it'll be fine, haha...