I guess I just don’t really understand where you go or what you do. You’re not with Mav or Belle, not with Thomas or Desmond. I’ve never really been worried about knowing your whereabouts before but I just don’t know what changed. You’re never around. I only ever see you in the evening before bed, really. It’s fucking depressing, I’ll be honest.
I’ve been goin’ t’ the stables and the woods as usual, I’ve takin’ trips t’ town sometimes. Pickin’ up groceries and books when I did go int’ town. I didn’t mean t’ hurt ya, but I still caused it even though I didn’t intend t’.
Mhm. Well it’s easy to say that to the stuck man when you’re in perfect flesh. *shrugs a little and rolls over onto his back gingerly* It’s not really my place to force anything on you, Anson. I can’t make you want to be around me. I’m used to how it was so give me time and I’ll adjust. *a slight shrug* I’ll get over it.
Be careful, do ya want me t’ give ya a massage or get yer pills fer yer back? Hold on. *stands up and goes into the bathroom, coming back with a glass of water and a couple pills and set them on the nightstand* In case ya want ‘em. *places his hand near Marlon’s head, wanting to soothe him* It ain’t that, Honey-darl. My wanting t’ be around ya ain’t changed, I’m sorry I don’t know how t’ help ya lessen yer doubts and hurt with just my words, I only know how t’ do it with actions and I failed at that.
Glad you’ve still a bit of faith left in me. Was beginning to doubt it with how seldom you’re around lately. *lies down carefully, mindful of his back* But it was silly of me to expect everything to always be perfect and wonderful.
Honey-darl. *sits on the bed, being careful to not disturb Marlon too much* I’m sorry that I hurt ya like this, I shouldn’t of let it happen but I did. Marlon, nothin’ is ever perfect. We can come close t’ it, but it ain’t ever possible t’ be completely perfect. Trail ain’t ever smooth, goin’ t’ hit some bumps and some rocks but we’re strong enough t’ get over and around ‘em. Like the old sayin’ goes, what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger.
I’ll not be the mopey, manipulative sort, Annie, I just need to get my head together and I’ll be fine. *nods a little* Yeah, bed. Alright.
Never said ya would be, Honey-darl. Yer not like that and ya never are like that, I know ya will pull through this and be fine. Relax, I might worry but ya will be fine in the end.
I don’t really think anything’ll give me a decent night’s rest but thank you.
I want ya t’ feel better, do anythin’ t’ help Honey-darl. C’mon, let’s get ya int’ bed okay?
Mn. Nothing I won’t get over.
I’m worried, Honey-darl but if yer sure I’ll make sure ya get a good sleep.
No, thank you. I think I might just go to bed.
If yer sure. Are ya sure nothin’ is wrong?
I’m sore, Anson… please let go.
*frowns and lets go* Sorry. Do ya want me t’ get ya anythin’?