Made in Brazil

“Were you waiting for me? No. Hey, wait. When you said you were wavering, is that all it is? Well, how could I feel anything more than that, Barth? Can’t you just let it happen? Let it go even further? Barth. You know what? When I’m near you, I can’t control myself. But are you happy? Yeah. Barth. Barth. Barth. Why are you calling me so loud? I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere. Thank you.”

When you said you were wavering, is that all it is? Well... How could I feel anything more than that, Barth? Can't you just let it happen? Let it go like the other day?

“Here. Our pay for today. Here. We worked hard together. So we should eat together. Thanks. Mm. It's pretty yummy right? But it's so damn dry. Yeah, it is. What? Nothing. I just... haven't seen you smile in a while. Really?”

“Tanrak, why are you running? I’m not running. You’re running from yourself. Tanrak. Are you hurt? Can we just talk? Hm? I have nothing to say. You don’t have things to say or you just don’t dare say it? Hm? Don’t do this, Barth. Tanrak. Whatever’s on your mind, just tell me. Please talk to me. I’m begging you. I don’t understand, Barth. I don’t know anything. I don’t even understand myself. You do. You’re just scared to admit it, aren’t you? Just now, you felt what I felt too, didn’t you? Tanrak. Will things never be the same now? You know everything, don’t you? Know what? That I’m not God’s favourite son. I don’t understand. I like guys. Tanrak. I like you. Are you mad at me? I’m not God’s favourite son either.”

I don't understand, Barth. I don't know anything. I don't even understand myself. You do. You're just scared to admit it, aren't you? Just now, you felt what I felt… didn't you?