[the slower and more patient eater, this is when he finishes up, wrapping trash together and stuffing it in a bag as decisively as he wanted rid of this baggage to]
[(he can't let go, he can't see past it, he can't get over it, why the fuck is he still here--)]
[looks up abruptly, eye shaded by heavy bangs, backtracking over their conversation]
no subject
[(he can't let go, he can't see past it, he can't get over it, why the fuck is he still here--)]
[looks up abruptly, eye shaded by heavy bangs, backtracking over their conversation]
Yeah, where's that? [home? on a job?]