"Pedophiles. You're thinking of pedophiles," Brian said flatly, even as he reaching between them and deftly unhooked Max's belt.
He realized, belatedly, that he'd been talking about his mother in the past tense, like she was already gone, already dead, but it was really just that he wished it were true. But no matter how much he hated her, he'd never been able to shed himself of his family entirely. There was always a part of him that still wanted her fucking approval, no matter how loudly he insisted otherwise.
With his grip still on Max's belt, Brian turned toward the stairs and led them both up toward the bedroom.
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Date: 2014-10-28 05:32 am (UTC)He realized, belatedly, that he'd been talking about his mother in the past tense, like she was already gone, already dead, but it was really just that he wished it were true. But no matter how much he hated her, he'd never been able to shed himself of his family entirely. There was always a part of him that still wanted her fucking approval, no matter how loudly he insisted otherwise.
With his grip still on Max's belt, Brian turned toward the stairs and led them both up toward the bedroom.