Re: Deck chairs; sitting.
He didn't see why a bottle couldn't rewind. Erasing, rewinding, etc., it was all just more of the same. He was somebody else tonight, and that somebody could have whatever childhood he wanted. How much of who you were was what you made of it? He didn't really care, but it was probably a good conversation starter. Jumping in a freezing lake was a good conversation starter too, it just wasn't exactly up Nobody's alley. And that Nobody thing, it wasn't accurate. He was somebody, but he was somebody who was judged on his own virtues and flaws. He was just him. He liked that, being just himself. Anonymity could give him that all by itself, but he liked the layer that said he was someone else. A shrink would have a field day with that, but there weren't any around. Small blessings.
He made an appreciative sound when the guy called him an asshole. He could appreciate man humor. Give him a mancave any day. He was just that kind of guy. No space for a lighter in the pockets of that ill-fitting suit though. He hadn't been lying about not being a smoker. Nasty habit that he could still taste on his own tongue, but it was a night for trying new people on for size. Some wouldn't fit, but that was the point.
"Your own limits. Not the world's limits. If you want something bad enough, do it. Screw the world's limits. If whatever it is isn't for you, up here, then that's a different story." He mirrored the tap to his temple. "Tomorrow I might not give a shit about closing your eyes and jumping. Don't count on the morning," he said bluntly. Tonight he was direct. He wasn't going to hurt anyone's feelings that he cared about, so bring on the blunt language.
The move wasn't a move. This wasn't chess. It was another thing to slip on. He wasn't even sure if the other guy kissed back, because he was already drawing away as the guy asked about trying things out. "Can't say I was too impressed with the results."