He's not drunk, but maybe he isn't sober enough to be having serious conversations. Not that he ever is. What does he mean by this? Half his train of thought can't be retraced, the rest certainly can't be said aloud. What she means, what she is to him; how incomprehensible he finds the thought of parting from her. Of going home. Of losing her without ever managing to say anything about any of it.
"Ain't even 'cause I wanna go... just." He pauses, chewing it over, trying to sort out the right way of saying it.
"Feel better if we had a plan, for if shit here gets bad."
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He's not drunk, but maybe he isn't sober enough to be having serious conversations. Not that he ever is. What does he mean by this? Half his train of thought can't be retraced, the rest certainly can't be said aloud. What she means, what she is to him; how incomprehensible he finds the thought of parting from her. Of going home. Of losing her without ever managing to say anything about any of it.
"Ain't even 'cause I wanna go... just." He pauses, chewing it over, trying to sort out the right way of saying it.
"Feel better if we had a plan, for if shit here gets bad."
It sounds thin and weak, said aloud like that.