❝ you are weak and hollow and it doesn’t matter anymore. ❞
his head is hung low , eyes trained intently on one particular stain upon the worn , old rug beneath his feet . it’s rugged and rough , long past it’s prime , not unlike the man who owns it . he wonders if that’s the reason the other man can’t bring himself to throw it out , or if it simply doesn’t occur to him that it ought to be replaced .
his words hit a little too close to home , like pinprick daggers right to the gut , and he feels the corners of his lips pull downward in a pronounced frown . he doesn’t say anything , at least not at first . long fingers pull his polo over his head , the stench of sweat and sex and booze still embedded in every fiber . spotted stains from spilled drinks dot his collar . he wonders if he has a spare shirt in his car , or if it would even be worth it —— after all , mary made it quite clear she knew exactly where he was going .
he could fire back with his own assessment of robert , of his own selfishness and determination to run from his problems . his HYPOCRISY at holding others to a standard or morality he’s unable to meet himself . but if he did , he’d be no better ; there are few sins worse than adultery .
❛❛ if that’s really how you feel —— ❜❜ he stands , khakis wrinkled and rumpled , and fastens the buttons of his polo without meeting his eyes . ( he has to button it all the way to the top to hide the dark , angry marks mottled over his neck . ) ❛❛ —— then maybe we shouldn’t do this anymore . that’s what you WANT , isn’t it ? ❜❜ his voice is even , but there’s the barest hint of a bite to it .
❛❛ don’t waste your time showing me out . i know where the door is . ❜❜ without another word , or a second glance , he gathers the rest of his things . he feels the shame creeping up his spine as the door swings closed behind him .
a heavy sigh shudders out of him as he slips into the driver’s seat . he deflates , forehead pressed against the worn leather of his steering wheel . now that he’s alone , he realizes how sore every inch of his body is . he can feel fresh bruises along his hips , his thighs , his ass . and he knows robert was DELIBERATE with it .
robert’s sweater is still crumpled up in the passenger’s seat , and he goes instinctively to wring it between his hands . the fabric is soft and warm , and in spite of everything , he finds himself bending forward to sniff the fabric .
he has no intention of giving it back . / meme !
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