#andraharrison

“— WOW. Not what I was expecting to come out of that mouth.” Not the second part anyway. But judging by the way his tongue swipes over his lip, that’s far from a bad thing. “Right to the point, aren’t we, Blondie? I like that. Of course part of me’s got this feelin’ that you’re just fucking around right now, but man do I hope I’m wrong.”

This is a rarity, as distance seems to be a consistent companion as of late. Keeping everyone at arm's length is much, much easier than having to confront the problem. Oh, that he's already given an honest shot at. One could glean from the residual glares trailing on his back how well that particular endeavor went. When it comes to apologies about his behavior, he's in unusually short supply these days. However, the sulking by his lonesome has gotten to be a little on the tiresome side. Sure it's a way to avoid more confrontation, but at this rate, isn't he better off going it alone if this is how he's going to be spending the majority of his time?At least for now, he's got some welcome company, and soon enough he'll possess the second liquid left in the world that has any real sustenance. For the soul, anyway.