Good thing you can do a hell of a lot more than walk with those legs now, huh.
[he's not buying that for a second, but he'll give him the grace not to push it tonight.]
'Course I fucking remember it. I was bleeding too, and it was - I wanted more. Can't tell you the last time I felt so genuinely starved to see more of it, to take and not worry about you getting precious about it.
So it makes sense he fucked you like that. Makes sense you've probably been looking for it ever since, and not just anyone can give it to you.
Because not everyone is as fucked up as you and I - but we're willing to do what has to be done, consequences be damned, and forget about the pieces on the floor when it's said and done. Don't spare a thought to the ones we're leaving behind, no time for heartbreak - something like that, isn't it?
[someone who wasn't pretending to be a good man. i needed you to be exactly what you are.
jesus.
for all the times he's shoved himself into the perfect boxes of what everyone wants him to be - senator smith, lucy, mary, cohn, bobby kennedy, joe alsop, his father - even tim, here - he can't remember anyone ever saying that hawkins fuller, wearer of many masks and buried down deep somewhere underneath them all, was fine just the way he is.
he spares a glance over to tim, a polite smile to alicent while angling his phone closer to his body and punching out another reply.]
If I was a good man, I'd tell you to stop. Except: I can't do the things I do and be good - but you know that better than anyone.
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[he's not buying that for a second, but he'll give him the grace not to push it tonight.]
'Course I fucking remember it. I was bleeding too, and it was - I wanted more. Can't tell you the last time I felt so genuinely starved to see more of it, to take and not worry about you getting precious about it.
So it makes sense he fucked you like that. Makes sense you've probably been looking for it ever since, and not just anyone can give it to you.
Because not everyone is as fucked up as you and I - but we're willing to do what has to be done, consequences be damned, and forget about the pieces on the floor when it's said and done. Don't spare a thought to the ones we're leaving behind, no time for heartbreak - something like that, isn't it?
[someone who wasn't pretending to be a good man. i needed you to be exactly what you are.
jesus.
for all the times he's shoved himself into the perfect boxes of what everyone wants him to be - senator smith, lucy, mary, cohn, bobby kennedy, joe alsop, his father - even tim, here - he can't remember anyone ever saying that hawkins fuller, wearer of many masks and buried down deep somewhere underneath them all, was fine just the way he is.
he spares a glance over to tim, a polite smile to alicent while angling his phone closer to his body and punching out another reply.]
If I was a good man, I'd tell you to stop. Except: I can't do the things I do and be good - but you know that better than anyone.
Go on.