it was a bad idea to say yes. he listens to shitty music. it's not endearing. his scarf hugs his neck so that he doesn't have one. this is nice to look at. he's safe in there; he likes it very much.
we walk towards the tunnel and he reaches for my hand. i let him hold it, limp and stupid. my hand is stupid and i am stupid and i will not break his heart because it is not in any place that makes sense right now.
we're empty. we're bored. spending time makes it all seem so much worse.