These are the kinds of things Brian does that confuse the hell out of me sometimes. You can practically beg for him to do something small, like take you out on your birthday or agree that yeah, you have some small degree of affection and commitment for each other, and he’s thrashing all over the place trying to get away or just looking at you like you’re insane. Like wanting to have breakfast in bed on your anniversary, if you had an anniversary, which of course you don’t, would be totally lesbianic. And then he’ll buy you a car. Or a house.
And that's why we you love him, Justin. Cos he's Brian fucking Kinney.
It went around like that for a while. Neither one of us is particularly good at getting the other one to change his mind. I got bored and gave in. He kept arguing for a little while before he noticed.
:D :D :D
So, we were sitting at the curb at the airport. Brian turned his head in my direction, his hands on the steering wheel. He tilted his head just a little and I felt my face just smile, totally without any decision on my part. He cleared his throat and turned his lips inward and did all the things Brian does when he’s about to make a huge emotional commitment like ask you to go have a cup of coffee at the diner with him.
“Call me when you get home.”
I looked at him across the space between us, feeling pretty much the way I did when he first brought me out to the house and told me he’d bought it for us. A mixture of “this is so wonderful it can’t be true” and “this is so horrible it can’t be true” and “this is so weird it can’t be true.” Like I said, loving Brian can be complicated.
“OK. Later.” And I got out of the car. I didn’t kiss him because I was fairly sure if I did, I’d ask if I could stay, and that wasn’t a decision I wanted him to make when he’d almost twisted the steering wheel off with anxiety just asking me to call him on the fucking phone.
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And that's why
weyou love him, Justin. Cos he's Brian fucking Kinney.It went around like that for a while. Neither one of us is particularly good at getting the other one to change his mind. I got bored and gave in. He kept arguing for a little while before he noticed.
:D :D :D
So, we were sitting at the curb at the airport. Brian turned his head in my direction, his hands on the steering wheel. He tilted his head just a little and I felt my face just smile, totally without any decision on my part. He cleared his throat and turned his lips inward and did all the things Brian does when he’s about to make a huge emotional commitment like ask you to go have a cup of coffee at the diner with him.
“Call me when you get home.”
I looked at him across the space between us, feeling pretty much the way I did when he first brought me out to the house and told me he’d bought it for us. A mixture of “this is so wonderful it can’t be true” and “this is so horrible it can’t be true” and “this is so weird it can’t be true.” Like I said, loving Brian can be complicated.
“OK. Later.” And I got out of the car. I didn’t kiss him because I was fairly sure if I did, I’d ask if I could stay, and that wasn’t a decision I wanted him to make when he’d almost twisted the steering wheel off with anxiety just asking me to call him on the fucking phone.
Perfection.