[ It's an awkward little joke as well, because all of that is - well, it's a lot. A hell of a lot more than what he usually gets from Bastien. But he likes it. It's intimate and honest and therefore really special. But what's he going to say, oh, Bastien, I treasure your feelings of discomfort, and the way that you've had paranoia and mistrust drilled into you from childhood? So he just tries to communicate the fact that he is fond, and warm, and touched, through tone of voice alone. And he hopes that works. ]
Lexie is - like an ocean. Like a tempest. And I love a storm. But I also love the deep woods on a quiet day.
[ Is that a helpful metaphor? Maker, his poetry really is terrible. So he goes for honesty instead: ]
I think I've noticed it. When you stop worrying about performing. It's subtle, but I think I've seen it.
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[ It's an awkward little joke as well, because all of that is - well, it's a lot. A hell of a lot more than what he usually gets from Bastien. But he likes it. It's intimate and honest and therefore really special. But what's he going to say, oh, Bastien, I treasure your feelings of discomfort, and the way that you've had paranoia and mistrust drilled into you from childhood? So he just tries to communicate the fact that he is fond, and warm, and touched, through tone of voice alone. And he hopes that works. ]
Lexie is - like an ocean. Like a tempest. And I love a storm. But I also love the deep woods on a quiet day.
[ Is that a helpful metaphor? Maker, his poetry really is terrible. So he goes for honesty instead: ]
I think I've noticed it. When you stop worrying about performing. It's subtle, but I think I've seen it.