Did you think it would be easy for me to watch you do this?
I know we talked about it; I know you had your decisions to make, and that the world wasn’t going to let you off the hook. I know how you felt, trapped and broken, lost inside something where you never fit at all.
No, I didn’t fucking talk about it, of course not.
What, do you expect me to go pouring out my feelings to you at the drop of a hat? Did you expect me to lay myself open so that not only you, but the rest of the sodding world, could see my insides? You have to know me better than that by now.
Nowhere to go but down, once you’ve hit the top, you know.
And I think we hit the top and took it a little higher, with us, pulling the stunts we did.
You think Dix minds that he’ll never have depth perception again? Or what about Nassi? It’s not like she ever really liked to run anyway, right?
I suppose the lot of them will forgive us, once they see how happy we are. So get up, and stop bleeding, for fuck’s sake, would you? You’ve ruined the shirt your mum gave you, love. She’s going to be right pissed.
Now let’s work on that happy bit, if only for forgiveness’ sake.