[ Jesus doesn't like thinking about it and Drake doesn't like talking about it -- obviously it wasn't one of his finest moments. His eyes cut away as he forces himself to spit it out but he does keep hold of Jesus' hand, thumb stroking over the back of the other man's knuckles. ]
I was frustrated. It felt like nothing I did for anybody except him was good enough, because you can't prove the absence of something. No one trusted me. I didn't have any friends left and all of his were giving me shit... and it seemed wrong to dump that on him. So just like back home I bottled up how isolated and angry I felt, until I was ready to fight somebody even though I knew he could kill me. Didn't go that way, but.
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Date: 2022-12-18 03:58 am (UTC)I was frustrated. It felt like nothing I did for anybody except him was good enough, because you can't prove the absence of something. No one trusted me. I didn't have any friends left and all of his were giving me shit... and it seemed wrong to dump that on him. So just like back home I bottled up how isolated and angry I felt, until I was ready to fight somebody even though I knew he could kill me. Didn't go that way, but.
[ He shrugs unhappily. ]
Things are different now.