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Sep. 10th, 2016 08:37 pmIt's late. It's very, very late. And he has no idea what he's doing. He has no idea what he's doing.
He's not drunk - a little, maybe, but not enough to actually blame it. He's been at the club all day, finishing repairing the damage that he'd wrought with his cane. He'd thought about going home, but his apartment doesn't feel like home anymore, because home was on the tenth floor, with windows that opened onto the roof.
And what he is is lonely. And he's found something for that - not a cure. But a distraction.
And maybe it isn't fair. But what about life is?
He knocks on Jesper's door and then leans against the wall and waits.
He's not drunk - a little, maybe, but not enough to actually blame it. He's been at the club all day, finishing repairing the damage that he'd wrought with his cane. He'd thought about going home, but his apartment doesn't feel like home anymore, because home was on the tenth floor, with windows that opened onto the roof.
And what he is is lonely. And he's found something for that - not a cure. But a distraction.
And maybe it isn't fair. But what about life is?
He knocks on Jesper's door and then leans against the wall and waits.
