#not immediately

Is it okay to talk about how The Mimic (Tales) is an allegory for abortion/miscarriage; and how that theming is carried into SoTM via Big Top with how he "falls" down the stairs (stairway) and he "lives" while the little hands in his "stomach" "die"

You think about what he would do if he was here. How he’d start the night in the old wicker chair in the corner, glass of whiskey in hand as the two of you spoke about music, and books, and the movies you wanted to make.

At one point you’d get up, fixing you both more drinks - you’d slip a record on while you were at it. Something light, not too overbearing, but not too sensual either. You don’t want to imply. Not like that.

But on your way back from the gramophone, Bradley’s arm might reach out, tugging at your wrist until you’re on the chair beside him, practically in his lap.

The chat would continue for a while longer, but you’d both know where it was going. His eyes dropping to your lips occasionally, your hand creeping up his chest. It wouldn’t be until both drinks were completely finished that he’d lean over and press his lips to yours. The whiskey would mix with the wine, as your tongue traces the seam of his mouth. You'd deepen it first, you're almost positive.

His arm would snake round your waist, repositioning you over his thighs as his hands trail over your body.

He’d tell you how pretty you were, that you were being such a good girl for him. That he’s thought about you as much as you have him.