Johnny combed his fingers through his hair and for the first time he had actually wished that he didn't look like shit. That he looked fucking awesome, and that Wylie would be down on his knees begging to be taken back. Or begging to be fucked. The sex they could do without problems. Maybe Johnny should have just left it at the sex, but he hadn't. He'd pushed for more, craved more.
And this was what he got.
He looked up at Wylie and shrugged his shoulder slightly before he rest his head in his hand, his elbow braced against the arm rest of the couch. "As long as you don't fuck off on me again, I can take being treated like shit once in a while. I'd rather you just told me you wanted out and didn't just run. At least that's something I can deal with. Being in limbo fucking sucks, okay?" He stayed quiet as he just stared at the coffee table and then blinked himself back from the hole his mind had got lost in. "Dry off. Please. Take a hot shower if you need to. If you're back, then be back. We'll work this out slowly."
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Date: 2011-04-26 07:38 am (UTC)And this was what he got.
He looked up at Wylie and shrugged his shoulder slightly before he rest his head in his hand, his elbow braced against the arm rest of the couch. "As long as you don't fuck off on me again, I can take being treated like shit once in a while. I'd rather you just told me you wanted out and didn't just run. At least that's something I can deal with. Being in limbo fucking sucks, okay?" He stayed quiet as he just stared at the coffee table and then blinked himself back from the hole his mind had got lost in. "Dry off. Please. Take a hot shower if you need to. If you're back, then be back. We'll work this out slowly."