Actually, yes. On the general topic of "insipid things done in another man's presence," I've only remembered him being with women in any actual capacity, but apparently he couldn't be around any halfway attractive men for more than five minutes without flirting with them in some horrible, socially awkward way.
[i mean. he would agree with that much as well but it isn't as though he actually flirts with anyone properly, fullstop, including his boyfriend? the man grew up in a metaphorical box, so.]
[Wesker, please consider getting a subscription to Cosmo or something.]
It could always be worse. The phrase 'at least we're not ___' is hereby banned from my vocabulary lest I immediately remember my past self being even worse in that specific way.
I would do likewise, but I'm fairly certain my own memories hit rock bottom a while ago. So at least I have the notion that it's only upwards from here to take comfort in, I suppose.
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I have never empathized with you more.
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Of all things to relate to...
Though I suppose it could be infinitely worse.
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It could always be worse. The phrase 'at least we're not ___' is hereby banned from my vocabulary lest I immediately remember my past self being even worse in that specific way.
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Life doesn't always run on narrative casualty, but I wouldn't risk it.
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What you saw in October wasn't the worst of it, on the morally bankrupt front. I'll warn you of that much now.
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...No, it certainly isn't.
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