[ That's right. These things happen and Byerly is dead, or Byerly doesn't remember, and in any case Byerly doesn't have to actually deal with any of it. By the time he knows what's happened it's over, like he slept through a fire, and there's only some cleaning up to do.
But that's wrong, too. Byerly has the right to judge. He has the right to want certainty when he needs it most, when things are hard instead of easy. What's the point of all of this — the house, the routines, the promises — if Bastien can't give that to him?
At the end of those clear thoughts there's something wordless. An inarticulable morass of feeling stunted and cracked. Bastien exhales through it, hot breath warming his own face when it's caught against Byerly's shoulder. ]
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Date: 2025-01-22 05:00 am (UTC)But that's wrong, too. Byerly has the right to judge. He has the right to want certainty when he needs it most, when things are hard instead of easy. What's the point of all of this — the house, the routines, the promises — if Bastien can't give that to him?
At the end of those clear thoughts there's something wordless. An inarticulable morass of feeling stunted and cracked. Bastien exhales through it, hot breath warming his own face when it's caught against Byerly's shoulder. ]
I don't know how to be better at this.