There were no fireworks, no challenges, no insightful, incisive remarks. Instead all John had in the moment was downcast eyes and a quiet, resigned tone.
"I can't do this anymore." Only then did John actually look at Bobby, and run fingers through hair that was still only blond at the top third or so. "...I'm breaking up with you, Bobby."
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Date: 2016-08-14 09:18 am (UTC)"I can't do this anymore." Only then did John actually look at Bobby, and run fingers through hair that was still only blond at the top third or so. "...I'm breaking up with you, Bobby."