#gotclose

 ❝   clever boy .  ❞        clever boy ,    quick boy ,    she sees how you run .      ❝   i don’t have much to offer in the way of refreshments .    NOT   FOR   A   MAN  OF  YOUR   TASTES .    whiskey is what i have to hand .   ❞                                                     AFTER ALL : YOU SEEK SOMETHING FINER ,    DON’T YOU ? 

                          ❛   fucking shove.  ❜     he grunts, lowering himself into the bed which groans beneath him.   he has mangled toes and hairy legs, scarred torso and his sciatica is playing up something terrible.    alfie gains satisfaction from the bitter idea of imposing all this upon tommy.      ❛   whassat now ? ❜     he grumbles, gesturing his chin toward the book in tommy’s hands.  one muscular arm gets under the pillow tommy rests on, alfie’s body inclines around him like a crescent.