“You okay, Gibs?” Fucked in the head and getting progressively worse by the day. “You know me, Johnny lad, I’m always grand,” I replied, leaning against the windowsill as I spoke. “Why’d you ask?” “Don’t know,” he replied, and I didn’t have to be with him to know that he was scratching his jaw. It was a trait of his that I had grown accustomed to. “Just felt like I should.”
this makes me so sad
