"Yeah, you do," John told him, sniffling and managing to wipe his running nose on the back of his wrist. Through the blubbering, there was perhaps a trace of a smile. "You really do love me," John breathed, hand reaching to cup Bobby's cheek, thumb stroking at his jaw. He'd never doubted Bobby's love, but John didn't feel that love came under Good Life Choices. Not so much. "And you forgive me, all the time. I yell at you, and you turn away, and you say you're fine the next day. Why do you do that? I'm not a good person, I don't..." Taking a shaky breath, John paused, his feelings a maelstrom: "I know I hurt you. But you don't leave, and you don't fight back. You hate it, I know, I know you hate the way I treat you. But this is what life is gonna be like if you stay."
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Date: 2016-01-10 08:08 am (UTC)