[Eugene knows he can idle through a two-layered conversation. Compressing things down, dragging to the surface the things he can let go unsaid for months, years - that's never been his strength in any kind of relationship. Felix is watching him, and he's watching Felix right back, and they both have plenty of small talk to cruise through.
Maybe he would even want to keep doing it, if the thought of months, years, hadn't been itching at him lately. But it has been, prickling and maddening as the occasional roil of paresthesias through bones and tendons that haven't been a part of him for years. He curls his fist against his thigh the exact same way he does when that sensation twists through a long-severed nerve, uncurls it deliberately, enough of a refocusing to remember at least one thing that isn't completely superficial bullshit.]
Anyway, sorry for running you down back there. Are you okay?
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[Eugene knows he can idle through a two-layered conversation. Compressing things down, dragging to the surface the things he can let go unsaid for months, years - that's never been his strength in any kind of relationship. Felix is watching him, and he's watching Felix right back, and they both have plenty of small talk to cruise through.
Maybe he would even want to keep doing it, if the thought of months, years, hadn't been itching at him lately. But it has been, prickling and maddening as the occasional roil of paresthesias through bones and tendons that haven't been a part of him for years. He curls his fist against his thigh the exact same way he does when that sensation twists through a long-severed nerve, uncurls it deliberately, enough of a refocusing to remember at least one thing that isn't completely superficial bullshit.]
Anyway, sorry for running you down back there. Are you okay?