Re: Quicklog, Motel: Hannah S/Reece E
[Hannah was saying a lot of words. Reece listened—or, he let the words come, shore up over him, drown him, suffocate him, and he was like, literally nothing like Eddie talking about Stephanie. At all. Cat had already made the comparison and he found so faulty, he wouldn't even know where to start. But, it was like, Hannah was doing what Cat did, which was try to get him to talk, and Reece didn't even know what there was to talk about. His feelings were so far from articulated, he couldn't have even said if they were there, except that they had to be, right? But, EVERYONE was like the dentist during a tooth removal—reaching into his mouth, reaching, reaching, and hoping to come out with something. And he just gagged on their fucking hands and got more and more frustrated for being pushed.] That's so not how it works. If it feels more bad than good, you step away. That isn't it, man. And it isn't how it works. I love her, whether she believes me or not, and you don't just walk away from things when you love someone. Life isn't that simple, man.
[He wanted to facepalm, but he was wearing glasses, so he just looked over the rim of them at Hannah.] That's not what I keep saying. I said I didn't talk about the mouth-rape thing with her or the being eaten alive thing, but I'm not talking to anyone about it, and I don't want to. I didn't say I don't want to talk to her in general. I don't know, man. It's like I say things and no one understands me. I don't even understand me. I don't even know what I'm saying half the time. [Frustrated, Reece just shook his head. After re-seating himself on the bed and downing the vodka, he laid back on the white comforter.—He pulled out his phone after a minute, to type at Cat, then sighed.
He sat up with a hand behind himself like a prop. He looked at Hannah and smiled a little when she said she wanted to have sex with his specifically. Obviously, he knew it was a joke. He'd gotten told like, over and over by people recently that they didn't want him. Which was fine. But still, not something you needed said to your face.—Hannah urged him to just say something, then said that thing about killing anyone who came through the door.] That's super nice of you. [He swung a foot, obviously undecided.] Cat wants to meet. [He scratched his forehead with his phone and looked at Hannah, blue eye closed behind phone.] I feel bad, coming here and then splitting. [He dropped his hands, then lifted a finger to gray-socked toes and flicked.] Let's like, do something that isn't dancing. Something you've never done, next time we meet?