Robert listened silently, his arms crossed coldly over his chest in what may have just been an attempt to keep the heartbreak at bay. He couldnât even be hurt by the remark, because Craig was right. Robert wasnât sure that he would call his existence living, but it was certainly his remedy of choice. But he already knew that he was a shit human being, with terrible habits, who made worse choices. Seeing Craig - beautiful, brilliant Craig - in a position that was all too familiar to him was a lower blow than anything anyone could say to him.
He tried not to let it show that it bothered him, because Craig was already drowning in enough self-pity. Robertâs didnât need to be the icing on the moldy cake. âAnd I fucked up Marilyn. And Val. And you. Ashley fucked you up. The president fucks up America. Itâs just what happens; humans were made to have the capacity for shit things.â It was⊠oddly profound for his still drunken state. Far too wise and not at all reassuring, Robert assumed. âWe just gotta get off our asses and fix shit. Besides, Iâm sure Smashley knows itâs all my fault.â He smirked, a dry laugh pulling from his lips as he thought of Mary and Joseph. âNot the first time Iâve ruined a marriage.â
âYou say some weird things, bro..â He laughed at first, but he wasnât wrong. Everybody did fuck up. But Craig? No. Craig since college was a Perfect ManTM. He couldnât fuck up, there was so much riding on his shoulders. âItâs not you, itâs me..â
Craigâs voice was immediate as he tried to sit up- Nope, big mistake, the whole world was spinning at that point. Time to lie back down. He flopped and whined, rubbing at his eyes with the heel of his hands.
âI.. I went to her because I thought.. I thought that was what we needed. We fought, I left, and you were mad.â This wasnât the best time to explain things, Craig, but here he was anyway, word vomit happening.
âI thought that youâd be happier away from me, so I went back to Ashley, she knew me, she was.. all I had, but then we continued talking. We got.. back to the way we were, but it was too late with Ashley, we were so far already, bro, and--â He took a shaky breath. Fuck, there were the tears that he couldnât shed earlier. Deep rbeaths, Craig.
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