@hcirloom from [ x ] & [ x ]
“My point being, take a fucking break. You’re not a god, you’re just a man. A lonely miserable man.”
a hypocritical truth coming from him, but he doesn’t shy from the callous glances thrown his way. maybe there’s something about a broken man that draws him in, makes him see a lot of himself and who he’d been --- -
gunnar’s mind draws a blank.
instead he takes the pen boldly from impatient hands, examining it as he leans against the edge of the desk. “I think you’re angry and you need someone to be the immovable object. You need a stern hand to quiet the noise in your head.” offering the pen back, there’s an easy smile and a gestures towards the office. all that space. all the empty space.
“I can’t imagine you’re happy here locked away in your tower.”
circling fine polished mahogany, he’s standing before the other man and offering a hand.
“Set aside your pride and maybe I can show you something no one is brave enough to give you...the truth.”
