Sleep talking
"Tyson?"
"Yeah? What?"
"In the veitnan war there were these sharpened bamboo sticks that had- can you stop fucking coughing? I'm gonna get cancer. Um did you know in the vietnam war- fuck off, you coughed in my hand."
*starts whispering to me, I cough again*
"This is positively cancerous, have a good time. Love you."









