Johnny untangled himself successfully this time from Wylie and got up to disappear into the kitchen. He was struggling to be able to talk to Wylie when all he wanted to do was yell at him for being so fucking stubborn. He could only imagine what it was like inside Wylie's head for him to be rejecting Johnny's love so readily, even though he was sitting there begging him to tell him that he had fallen for him.
It was a headfuck, and Johnny wasn't together enough to deal with it logically. He slammed cupboards and cups around as he started to make coffee, his brain slowly starting to come to life but it needed more of a kick start.
He hovered in the doorway to the kitchen when the jug was set to boil and looked at Wylie. "Shit happens, Wylie. I'm not denying it, and yeah, it fucking hurt what you just did. It fucking hurts knowing that you really are capable of just getting up and walking the fuck off whenever you feel like it, but the difference comes down to the repair. And salvaging what we do have. Or starting again. I don't know, I'm hardly a fucking expert, but this is way less destructive than my marriage ever was, even if you don't believe me."
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Date: 2011-04-30 01:53 am (UTC)It was a headfuck, and Johnny wasn't together enough to deal with it logically. He slammed cupboards and cups around as he started to make coffee, his brain slowly starting to come to life but it needed more of a kick start.
He hovered in the doorway to the kitchen when the jug was set to boil and looked at Wylie. "Shit happens, Wylie. I'm not denying it, and yeah, it fucking hurt what you just did. It fucking hurts knowing that you really are capable of just getting up and walking the fuck off whenever you feel like it, but the difference comes down to the repair. And salvaging what we do have. Or starting again. I don't know, I'm hardly a fucking expert, but this is way less destructive than my marriage ever was, even if you don't believe me."