Can we take a moment to talk about the possibilities? Of parole? You. Me. A random tuesday. I surprise you with takeout. Or I cook for you. I’m actually one hell of a cook. You know that? Tell me. Reverse-seared steak. Wine. I’m wearing a dress. I’m wearing— not this. Until neither of us are wearing anything at all. Bode, this is what hope feels like. I’ll try to get used to it.
FIRE COUNTRY — 1.18 ‘Off The Rails’

















