Movin' Again
I watched Andy playing with his toys last night. I don't think he knew I was awake. Probably best. He's worried that I don't really love him...or that I'm just bein' nice to him to use him. I guess this goes back to whatever Warren did to him before he got here. I'd never hurt him, but I don't know how to prove that to him.
Anyhow, I got some of my stuff packed up that I weren't usin' much anymore...uh, well, after Andy snagged a few of my old shirts to wear around the bunk. At least, I think he's just gonna wear them in here. They're really too big for him to wear otherwise...and not really all that good of shape anymore. So, I'm gonna take the boxes down to storage and bring a few of Andy's boxes up here. The bunk was pretty much 3/4 filled with my stuff...now it'll be more 50-50 for us. I want him in here long-term...for the rest of my life. I hope movin' more of his things in here helps get that through to him.
I think while we're on Renshaw, after he meets my parents, me and him are gonna have to have a serious talk.
Anyhow, I got some of my stuff packed up that I weren't usin' much anymore...uh, well, after Andy snagged a few of my old shirts to wear around the bunk. At least, I think he's just gonna wear them in here. They're really too big for him to wear otherwise...and not really all that good of shape anymore. So, I'm gonna take the boxes down to storage and bring a few of Andy's boxes up here. The bunk was pretty much 3/4 filled with my stuff...now it'll be more 50-50 for us. I want him in here long-term...for the rest of my life. I hope movin' more of his things in here helps get that through to him.
I think while we're on Renshaw, after he meets my parents, me and him are gonna have to have a serious talk.