I fryckn hate how my faces don’t match the way I draw the body. I hate how I just don’t seem to improve on drawing faces at all help-

Anyone who read the Qualia excerpt published earlier would probably sleuth that one of their most important realms of communication is verbal. I’m not sure how it came to be given David’s apparent taciturnity in the series. But Eggsy does something to him. Christ, these are his own words. He’s done something to me, he said to his wife, who had registered a change in him that couldn’t be wholly ascribed to therapy, and had seen that the change coincided with his new acquaintance. She never knew how deep that connection ran. Bodily, yes, and verbal. When touch was forbidden words remained. They could talk about anything and more often than not they made each other smile. If you’ll excuse the pun, for David it was like a vernal budding. He burst forth smiling, laughing and quite simply feeling very warm and at ease somewhere around his midriff. Eggsy was his own kind of therapy. Even before their bodily intimacy.

What of Eggsy? He found that David was the only one he could open up to. Really open up. Things had been gnawing at him, things he could never, he thought, put before Harry, who was supposed to be the closest person to him. David received, and he never asked anything back. Obtrusive is the last — or rather horribly malapropos — word to describe him. He never said a word in judgement. He’d nudge him back, now and then, when Eggsy forgot himself. But mostly he just let him be heard. I know it’s perfectly unoriginal these days to say how very important it is to be heard. And yet it proves a huge issue in so unsettlingly huge a number of relationships.

Which brings me to this drawing (or sketch, rather). Two men on the phone, in the limbo that followed their one night together and before either of them had the first idea what to do about any of it. And yet the body, the physical, was never really where any of this started. It arrived late, almost as an afterthought, once everything that mattered had already taken root by other means. The talking came first. They didn't see each other in this stretch of time — I don't think either of them quite trusted what might happen if they did. David had likely already worked out what he felt though he hadn't said so to anyone, least of all himself. Eggsy was tied elsewhere, to someone else, to a version of himself he owed loyalty to. So all they had left, when neither of them could yet say what they were to each other, was the thing that had brought them here in the first place. Just the sound of the voice. Which was always the part Eggsy needed most.

The poem is by Yours Truly, but essentially is Eggsy's, in his own voice, about David's — an attempt to render in words what a voice does to you when it's the only part of someone you've allowed yourself to have. And of course not any old voice. A very Scottish one, which can only ever be elemental.

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- The garden

- Metallica

- Oasis (#1)

- Joker out

- Lana del rey

- Jamiroquai

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