musebyquotes | 1.3. Albert Smith quote
Apr. 27th, 2009 06:52 pm1.3. "Tears are the safety valve of the heart when too much pressure is laid on it."
- Albert Smith
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Aiden intercepted Pat at the bathroom door with his bathrobe and a bottle of Gatorade. "Pat," he said softly. "We need to... talk... or something."
Pat held up his hand, barely meeting Aiden's eyes with a glance. "Can't this just wait until I'm not hungover and vomiting?" he mumbled hoarsely, stiffly pulling the bathrobe on over his pyjama pants. "When did these goddamn bedroom lights get so bright?" He closed his eyes and felt his way over to the bed where he proceeded to crawl gingerly onto it and curl up into a ball on his side, hugging the bathrobe tightly around him.
"Pat, we need to talk about this. We're married now. You don't need to do the pushing away thing anymore," Aiden told him, following him to the bed.
"I know we're married! That's why the fucking shit hit the fan!" Pat snapped in frustration.
( Aiden reeled, staring at Pat with as much shock as probably would have come if Pat physically slapped him. The words probably hurt just as much... )
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Aiden intercepted Pat at the bathroom door with his bathrobe and a bottle of Gatorade. "Pat," he said softly. "We need to... talk... or something."
Pat held up his hand, barely meeting Aiden's eyes with a glance. "Can't this just wait until I'm not hungover and vomiting?" he mumbled hoarsely, stiffly pulling the bathrobe on over his pyjama pants. "When did these goddamn bedroom lights get so bright?" He closed his eyes and felt his way over to the bed where he proceeded to crawl gingerly onto it and curl up into a ball on his side, hugging the bathrobe tightly around him.
"Pat, we need to talk about this. We're married now. You don't need to do the pushing away thing anymore," Aiden told him, following him to the bed.
"I know we're married! That's why the fucking shit hit the fan!" Pat snapped in frustration.
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