@hauntrcss sent: ❝ why don’t you just tell me what you actually want? ❞
TOMMY SIGHS HEAVILY, FIFTH GLASS OF WHISKY hanging limply from his hand. He’s sitting at his desk, staring up at the high ceilings, smoking and drinking like an eighth grader who’s just figured out that booze and cigarettes exist. His shirt is rolled up to his elbows and his shoes are somewhere in the near vicinity. He knows he should be more open with her. He knows that hiding the truth will do nothing but create more problems.
But what can he possibly tell her ? That today he’d been sitting by the water, heard a hunter kill a buck, and had dived down onto his belly and covered his head like a coward ? That the war goes on and on in his head no matter what he does ? That he’s human ?
He lifts his head to look at her, the room threatening to spin around him and send him sprawling to his ass if he dares to stand up.
“ Because I don’t know what I want, Helena. Why don’t you leave me the fuck alone ? ”