[ they're not normal. They'll never be normal--that sort of stuff isn't in the cards for either of them. The stuntdriver and the cop, chasing after rushes of adrenaline in different ways, forever climbing through the mud just to feel a little more whole.
And Loki wants to talk about feelings. In not so many words, but he does, and the truth is Paul missed him, too. Almost every night, driving, trying to escape the inevitable loneliness that hits around the 2 o'clock mark. The kind that seeps into your bones and never quite leaves.
Paul's certain of two things: one, that he's going to ditch tomorrow and two, that Loki deserves someone far better. And yet: ]
Lock the door.
[ Paul's voice is it's usual soft tone, picking up where his old friend trails off, gaze unwavering as he looks at Loki calmly. The smell of coffee being brewed begins permeates the cramped quarters. ]
no subject
And Loki wants to talk about feelings. In not so many words, but he does, and the truth is Paul missed him, too. Almost every night, driving, trying to escape the inevitable loneliness that hits around the 2 o'clock mark. The kind that seeps into your bones and never quite leaves.
Paul's certain of two things: one, that he's going to ditch tomorrow and two, that Loki deserves someone far better. And yet: ]
Lock the door.
[ Paul's voice is it's usual soft tone, picking up where his old friend trails off, gaze unwavering as he looks at Loki calmly. The smell of coffee being brewed begins permeates the cramped quarters. ]