Aubrey Rois & Briar Rose (pricked) wrote in doors,
[He is quiet while he paces back and forth. He clutches at his phone as if it is an anchor.]
That people say things, Lin. And they mean them, even if it's scary to admit. And they also don't. And when they're really fucked up? They means things and they don't.
[There is the sound of clinking plates and glasses as he switches over to his phone's Bluetooth option and starts to wash the pile of dishes in his sink. Another nervous habit.]
I told you that I loved you on Halloween, Lin. Because I do. I always will, you know? And you didn't tell me about that little confession, for your own reasons. And I get it. The fact that I will always care about you doesn't mean that we'll ever work out.