waynecymraeg (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} waynecymraeg) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
Wayne hadn't meant to trivialize the meaning of her dark mark, merely to tell her it didn't bother him, but he didn't press the issue.
"Yeah, I guess we do." She was right - everyone makes mistakes. It was just that Wayne's mistakes seemed to literally follow him around, inviting him to repeat them.
For instance, now. Third verse, same as the first. God, but he hoped they hadn't fucked. Not that she wasn't-- it was just...yeah.
"Well, there's family and there's family," he said, vaguely. The ones you hurt people for, and the ones you hurt yourself for.
"So, do you..." He didn't know how to word the question for her, so he just answered it for himself.
"I just need to forget me. Everything I've done was because someone needed me to. At least this," he said, waving a finger around to indicate getting smashed, "I can control. Until I can't."
Bloody hell, he couldn't control it. The full force of that realization hit him. Shit.