Somehow all you ever need's, never really quite enough you know
[Down at the Red Lantern, up on the third floor]
[Too late for patience]
"Perhaps I know him before than you do, Ms Beddau," and I can feel myself take slow cold umbrage to that; after all he had wrong, after all I have seen, to say that. "And no, I will not be sick again."
"That's good," flat words, but not cold; I think I am too tired to put in the effort to be cold. Settle for just being relieved that I don't need to worry about handling that. "And no," echo of his own words to me, "I don't think you do." Smile a little, very thinly, and gesture with my cigarette; a circle in the air, a thin streamer of smoke in the grimy air of the room. "Does it help to tell yourself I'm wrong?"
Not too tired to be sharp, I see. Bloody hell.
[Open to Oscar]
[Too late for patience]
"Perhaps I know him before than you do, Ms Beddau," and I can feel myself take slow cold umbrage to that; after all he had wrong, after all I have seen, to say that. "And no, I will not be sick again."
"That's good," flat words, but not cold; I think I am too tired to put in the effort to be cold. Settle for just being relieved that I don't need to worry about handling that. "And no," echo of his own words to me, "I don't think you do." Smile a little, very thinly, and gesture with my cigarette; a circle in the air, a thin streamer of smoke in the grimy air of the room. "Does it help to tell yourself I'm wrong?"
Not too tired to be sharp, I see. Bloody hell.
[Open to Oscar]