thinking about the way armand was always there in the shadows of danielās life. always stepping in to fix things he thought he could fix. watching daniel in his lowest and even embarrassing momentsāa hit and run fender bender, leaving his daughters at home while he went out to the liquor store, ODing in some dingy motel room, biting his nails, setting off a fire alarm in a burnt grilled cheese incident, fucking alice mere hours after fucking some student.
and not to overshare but it makes me think about having my biggest manic episode. i was getting into scary menās cars and doing coke in a basement and not caring and cutting my own bangs and spending too much money and i was alone. alone in my struggling. alone in the fight to get out of it all. and nobody was watching me. nobody was lurking in the shadows like a dark guardian angel.
but if i suddenly found out that wasnāt true? that someone had been there all along? watching the very worst of me? someone was pulling the strings, never letting me go too far without stepping in? and iām supposed to believe all that AND believe it was love? well iād feel all kinds of complicated about that. iād be simultaneously in love with and repulsed by that idea. iād be thankful in a way and feel totally violated in another. iād want to kick and scream. iād want answers. and thatās what daniel wants. armand to fully come out of the shadows and own it all.















