Oct 23, 2018
@a-consiliario cont.
HONESTY is not something that often passes through his lips. He’s created a new persona off of lies and personal tragedy kept close to his chest. The truth has become muddled for even himself and yet, if anyone in the town knows him, it’s Milton. He may not know Philip Blake entirely but he’s caught glimpses of the man he used to be in the quiet moments like this when they’re alone.
Philip isn’t quite listening to the academic response the other man is rattling off to him, more focused on the remainder of the whiskey in his glass, caramel colored liquid swirling around at the bottom. “...Can you remember who ya WERE? ...‘fore all o’ this?”
