[ It's just... difficult, really fucking difficult, for him to figure out what exactly they are, never mind also put into words, which is something that's never been a strong suit of his.
But still. He does know that he should, probably needs to, and sooner rather than later. Wherever he ends up landing on it will be better than wherever he is now, lost and conflicted and truly bone-fucking-tired. ]
I dunno, Nate. [ He pauses, exhales out a huff of smoke, then shakes his head. Clarifies: ] No, I mean... I do know, but that's not the point, either.
[ It feels right to him as he says it, even if not even Reggie is entirely sure what he actually means by it. The gears are turning slowly in his mind, putting feelings down one by one like pieces to a puzzle he's trying to put back together without a box.
He takes another drag of the joint, taking his time, then goes on: ]
I miss her. And I know already that I'm gonna want her back, but I-- [ Another pause, his tongue running over his lips idly. ] It's like, how many more times in my life am I gonna have to keep friggin' doing this, y'know? Sometimes I feel like it's all I ever do.
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[ It's just... difficult, really fucking difficult, for him to figure out what exactly they are, never mind also put into words, which is something that's never been a strong suit of his.
But still. He does know that he should, probably needs to, and sooner rather than later. Wherever he ends up landing on it will be better than wherever he is now, lost and conflicted and truly bone-fucking-tired. ]
I dunno, Nate. [ He pauses, exhales out a huff of smoke, then shakes his head. Clarifies: ] No, I mean... I do know, but that's not the point, either.
[ It feels right to him as he says it, even if not even Reggie is entirely sure what he actually means by it. The gears are turning slowly in his mind, putting feelings down one by one like pieces to a puzzle he's trying to put back together without a box.
He takes another drag of the joint, taking his time, then goes on: ]
I miss her. And I know already that I'm gonna want her back, but I-- [ Another pause, his tongue running over his lips idly. ] It's like, how many more times in my life am I gonna have to keep friggin' doing this, y'know? Sometimes I feel like it's all I ever do.