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“I’m not trying to make you out to be crazy, Lizzie,” Gerard shot back, eyes bulging. “I don’t need to, because the whole fucking world can see it plain as day.” “Gibs!” Patrick snapped. “That’s too far, lad.”
they piss me off so much like Lizzie can say whatever she wants but he can’t? 😭 my statement that Johnny and Claire are his only true friends stands.
“It matters because you matter, and I know you like to get stuck in your head every now and again, but promise me that you believe me when I tell you that she was talking shit back there.”
“It’s okay to not be okay.”
“You know you love me.” Yeah, and I had a feeling the whole world knew it.
“Aw, shucks.” I grinned back at him. “Is this your way of telling me you love me, Cap?” “Whatever floats your boat, Gibs.”
“You’re in my seat.” “I didn’t see your name on it, lad,” Jamie joked, looking slick in his fancy black coat and gelled hair. “It’s right there,” Hugh offered, using his fork to point out the word Gibsie engraved on the chair. “Move.” “Don’t families usually eat dinner together?” he muttered under his breath as he begrudgingly took the seat at the end of the table. “They do,” Hugh replied with a sharp edge to his tone. “He is family.”
“I am not in a relationship, Gerard.” “Yes, you are,” he roared back at me. “With me!”
“I’m not yours.” “Well, I’m yours,” he came right back with. “I’m yours, Claire.”
“All good, Joe,” she replied, catching ahold of his chin with her small hand. “You?” To anyone else, it might look like she was staring into his eyes with loving affection, and hell maybe she was, but I had a feeling that she was checking for something. His sobriety.
“In front,” came his quick response. “On top. Number one. Fucking always, Claire.”
“I didn’t choose any of this, okay? I was born and there you were, and I had these feelings. And they grew, Claire,”
“You couldn’t lose me if you tried, Gerard Gibson.”
“I use them,” he replied. “Not everyone listens.”
I couldn’t get my body, heart, or mind to comply and work together. The three most dominant parts of me were in raging wars against each other,
“You cannot be turned gay or decide to be gay, Gibsie. You are born gay,”
“Trauma sees no genders,”
“You waited for me,” he said, squeezing my hand. “Now it’s my turn to wait for you.”