“It’s fine, I’m fine. I lost to a black woman and that is helping me with my pain a little bit because at least you know, he’s down with the brown. It’s fine. I’M FINE”
“It’s fine, I’m fine. I lost to a black woman and that is helping me with my pain a little bit because at least you know, he’s down with the brown. It’s fine. I’M FINE”
“What is this?” Leo holds the object as a sort of eerie calm settles over him. He isn’t sure what he expected when Parker handed him the box, wrapped in fancy green paper with a black bow. “Parker, what isthis?”
Parker moves to sit next to him on the floor, taking it from him. His excitement rolls off of him in waves, his smile is easy and he wraps his hand around Leo’s. Leo can’t help but think about how picturesque this moment would look from the outside. They sit in front of a pristinely decorated tree, sipping expensive champagne in their perfectly coordinated Christmas attire. Parker’s sweater is patterned, and paired with his slacks, probably costs the equivalent of an average person’s paycheck. Leo’s sweater is black, hugging his frame in the way Parker likes, the sleeves pushed up to his forearms. His legs are crossed under him, and his focus is wholly on keeping the anxiety off of his face.
At the cross section between being terribly lonely and desperately wanting honest, comfortable human contact and being so repulsed by myself I cannot imagine subjecting anyone to experiencing Me in any way
