Re: log: pizza and smash - mal and alex
But oh, Mal. Didn't you know that if you gave someone like Alex gentle affection it went so much further than say, shoving him up against a wall and kissing him fiercely ever would? No, of course you didn't, you wouldn't, and Alex couldn't tell you because he didn't know it himself. The first had rarely happened, the second never, and when Alex didn't know what he wanted himself, it couldn't be patterned into thoughts and expectations, much less words. He had a worldly knowledge of sex, but a very naive idea of what love might be. And yet, this wasn't that, either. The feelings were still too muddled: infatuation on one hand, and genuine affection for someone who had shown him kindness on the other, shaken together like oil and water at the moment, waiting until they could settle out and separate, to see which was which, and what would rise to the top.
And yes, that was a fair warning, because Alex didn't own furniture. His current home was a converted RV trailer, after all. Everything furniture-wise was bolted down and nothing was his but his clothing and a few spare odds and ends in the kitchen, when it came down to things he used to live his daily life. "'s fine," he said. "I've jus' never lived like...anywhere that wasn't a trailer so..." He shrugged. He'd figure it out. If he wasn't paying rent, that actually left him the money to get things one would actually use to furnish an apartment. A chair, a table, a bed. It would take some time, but, he'd manage.