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Bobby Drake ([personal profile] cold_blueeyes) wrote in [personal profile] prodigalflame 2016-08-14 08:53 am (UTC)

Bobby, for his part, did his best to convince himself and John both of how happy he was with the new lifestyle he was living. It hurt that John didn't seem to understand, or even want to, it felt like a rejection of sorts. And when Bobby was hurt, he did what he did best: plastered on a smile and buried the hurt down deep. And kept trying to make John understand why this was so important to him, why he hated that John didn't want to follow him into this better, healthier lifestyle. Which only seemed to widen the chasm between them these days.

His salad contained no haloumi, of course. Just greens, lots of dark, leafy greens, some raw nuts for protein, a light vinaigrette that was more vinegar than oil, and some freshly cracked black pepper. He'd been starving, so he'd made a huge bowl of it, but even halfway through it he started to feel like a pig with so much food in front of him. Maybe he would put the rest away for lunch tomorrow, although salad was never as good the next day, wilted and lacking that wonderful, green crispness.

He set his fork down and looked at John for a long moment, trying to figure out what was happening between them, why doing something so good for him seemed to be an affront to John, fracturing their relationship that had been fairly good up until the start of this year. Then he sighed softly and gave up, at a loss for how to fix things (other than going back to his old eating habits, a thought that made him physically ill enough that he had to swallow a few times to keep what he had managed to eat down.

With a scrape of chair legs, he rose, picking up his remaining food to dump it into a storage container. "I think I'm going to do a cleanse," he announced, hoping that even though his heart hurt, if he could get feeling physically better at least, maybe he could keep going on like this. A juice cleanse for a few days usually left him feeling energized and in mastery of his own body, although the last one or two hadn't been quite as effective as before. Maybe this time he'd do it for longer: a week, maybe.

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