"You know, you're not the only one that was affected by that night," Bobby said, clenching his jaw. "And if you think it was easy turning you over..." he looked away, pressing his lips together. He was not going to discuss this. He wasn't. Certainly not like this. John's words had made him realize just how raw those memories still were, even if things between them were so much better now.
He was about to add that he thought John went looking for trouble, that it didn't follow him, but then John kept talking, and he shook his head, eyes filling with tears. "You're right. I'm the golden boy, everything in my life has been just great since that night." He stood, moving for the door. "Enjoy your vodka and your self-pity, John. I'm going to bed." In his old room, the one that now sat vacant.
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Date: 2016-02-12 08:01 am (UTC)He was about to add that he thought John went looking for trouble, that it didn't follow him, but then John kept talking, and he shook his head, eyes filling with tears. "You're right. I'm the golden boy, everything in my life has been just great since that night." He stood, moving for the door. "Enjoy your vodka and your self-pity, John. I'm going to bed." In his old room, the one that now sat vacant.