“Like two side to a coin, there are two sides to life: your reason and emotional facets.” ― Ami Blackwelder
Like two sides to a coin, you live and you die; you fall and you fly.
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help fund a trip?
He wants nothing to do with this. He’d rather put a bullet through his brain than go to see his parents again. The next time he’s in any close proximity to them, he hopes it’s one of their funeral’s.
“When you go see them, tell them to, like, go fuck themselves.”
Because he honestly doesn’t think for a second Carson won’t go.
His eyes drift to the floor for a moment and he let’s his nail scratch absently at the floor below. There’s a moment of silence. Then he’s returning his focus to Dorian and the unease is clear in everything from his body language to his voice and the way he hasn’t cursed once.
“– What if they, like… are okay with us? What if things are different now? It has been awhile. Maybe they… I don’t know.”
He’s obviously thought about it before. He doesn’t believe it, but he wants to. All he wants to believe is that his parents are willing to accept them in their lives. He just wants his parents to consider them their’s again. Like when they were toddlers and oblivious to the damn world.