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Anger is like an old friend that always has my back. I can do anger in my sleep. Anger keeps me safe. Other emotions are dangerous,
He always seemed totally unstoppable. I was so jealous of him.
Duct-taping broken people back together is all I do, really.
I was raised by drug addicts. Anger is basically my love language.”
“So no more stupid shit, okay? Because I have a job, and I’m only available for heroics part-time.”
Years of rust and stiffness are being carved away from my insides, allowing his warmth to seep in and settle in my bones.
“I’ve got you now, buddy. You’re stuck with me,”
Underneath all that awkwardness, he’s like, the sweetest guy I’ve ever met.
He blushes crimson, and it’s stupid cute.
Every inch of me is screaming that whatever I do in my life, I cannot let him go. Like as soon as I do, all the broken pieces of him will fly apart.
Everyone else might be tiring for him, but somehow, I know how to make him laugh. It’s like I was born with the cheat codes. Power like that can’t go to waste.
He’s like the Energizer Bunny of compassion. He never stops.
He’s my best friend. He keeps me safe. I keep him safe.
Sometimes it feels like I was created specifically to undo every shitty thing that’s ever been done to Silas.
If I could hollow out the space inside my ribs and place him there for safekeeping, I would.
I look. I fully look at it.
For me, Cade has always taken up a disproportionate amount of space in the room. But right now, he’s all-encompassing. I’m powerless to do anything other than melt into him, and it feels like my body was born to do this.
“Fuck me. Own me. You already do, I just didn’t realize it.”
My need to keep him safe has always been deep-seated, but now it threatens to overwhelm me.
I talk a lot. I know. But I’m not always good at actually saying stuff,
I’m worried I broke him.
