i became good at pretending. i became so good that after a while the lines blurred between my truth and fiction. and sometimes, when i did a really good job of pretending, i even fooled myself.
but that would require moving ; something he's evidently not willing to do. resting even more against eddie. “ shut up, man. j'st gimme five minutes. ”
“ nah, i'm alright. mean ... whole street's completely empty anyway. ” a small smile, trying to be lighthearted. if anything, he just wants to keep himself busy.