It's February winter in LA -- the air is thick and holds a person's spirit in anticipatiopn before giving way to a heavy, cold rain with no wind. It's the physical embodiment of grey
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Pickles shook his head, "No reason to be sorry, was my fault anyways." His fingers continued to find their way through Miniver's dark hair.
"Maybe it coulda turned out different, maybe it will turn out different still. I sent myself a note a couple weeks ago, Iunno if I took it to heart yet or not."
"Just to take care of the guy, y'know? Try not to hurt him, not to play superhero or nothin' if there comes a time fer it, just to keep him outta drugs as bad as we were."
He shook his head, sighing. Then he gave Miniver a kiss, lasting and light, something he needed. "I just feel real bad that you feel like you wanna save me. I don't need savin', not from any of it. It's who I am, y'know? It's what brought me to you in th'first place."
Miniver lets the puppy find a place settled between them, freeing his arms to hold Pickles close.
"It ain't like that. It's hard to explain. It ain't like I wanna change who you are or ever were. It ain't that I think you need saving. It's just... I dunno. It's like this automatic thing... that I don't wanna see you hurt. That's all. But it's even more than that. I wanna see you... be you. And I wanna know how I can do it, too. Cuz um... ummm... I kinda really admire you, y'know? You got shit figured out I've only barely started trying to mess with."
That got a chuckle from Pickles, possibly louder than he would have hoped it'd come out. "You admire me? Shit baby, I don't know half the shit you think I do. I pretend to know what the fuck's goin' on just so I can be seen as zen about it, you know? I ain't any more in the know than I was ten years ago. I fly by the seat of my fuckin' pants." He snickered and slipped his hands down Miniver's back, tracing his spine. "I taught you guitar, it's up to you to learn yer own style. I'll teach you whatever you need to know that's like, technical about shit, but after that? Yer own yer own, champ. I ain't a dude to be admired. Especially by someone who I admire right back."
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"Maybe it coulda turned out different, maybe it will turn out different still. I sent myself a note a couple weeks ago, Iunno if I took it to heart yet or not."
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He shook his head, sighing. Then he gave Miniver a kiss, lasting and light, something he needed. "I just feel real bad that you feel like you wanna save me. I don't need savin', not from any of it. It's who I am, y'know? It's what brought me to you in th'first place."
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"It ain't like that. It's hard to explain. It ain't like I wanna change who you are or ever were. It ain't that I think you need saving. It's just... I dunno. It's like this automatic thing... that I don't wanna see you hurt. That's all. But it's even more than that. I wanna see you... be you. And I wanna know how I can do it, too. Cuz um... ummm... I kinda really admire you, y'know? You got shit figured out I've only barely started trying to mess with."
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He chuckled again and ruffled Miniver's hair.
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