life is normal.
exhausting only because he’s placed himself in such a position on purpose, juggling more jobs than he should, but it’s normal ----- and more than that, it’s something close to being enjoyable.
while gide may have no friends outside of a nurse who has an odd hobby in helping those who can’t afford it or work in underground organizations and an oversized dog in his apartment, he could think of worse things. this life he’s grown to life is somewhat pleasant, and he’s never without something to do. he’d call himself lucky -- but he knows he’s not. god is not kind to him, always putting him through difficult things just when he thinks things are okay.
quite like when he’s making his merry way up the rusted steps that lead to his apartment, only to freeze when there’s a suited man there bearing a familiar face.
how awful.
“hib --” it’s murmured under his breath, thank god, and then he starts over : “... ango.”
@decadiscourse.
