[ It's infuriating at times how patient Frank is. Infuriating and maddening and too much. They've come to blows since he dragged him back here from Midland before it imploded and collapsed. Still, he stays. Still, he's patient.
Mike hates him. He doesn't. He knows who he is. Who he was? Mike doesn't even know the answers. He's relearning all of it. Maybe he hates that Frank knows who he used to be, and all Mike's got is the mostly empty cavern of his skull and frustration.
Time goes on. Days. Weeks. They've gone into months now, haven't they? More settles and starts to make sense. They ordered Italian cause Mike asked for it. Something about it felt familiar. That was a few days ago. More is coming together for him, but it's still haphazardly pieced together.
Mike wakes up from the side of the bed that he takes cause there isn't anywhere else but the floor to sleep. They don't stay too close to each other, even if there's something familiar about it. Proximity is something that would come with memory and there isn't enough of it yet. There's a pressure change in the air. Static. Rain is in the air.
The thunder rattles the shitty window at the fire escape. He sighs and reaches up to rub at a temple, head starting with a dull ache. ]
( i was finding myself sleepless and he was running out of lullabies. )
Mike hates him. He doesn't. He knows who he is. Who he was? Mike doesn't even know the answers. He's relearning all of it. Maybe he hates that Frank knows who he used to be, and all Mike's got is the mostly empty cavern of his skull and frustration.
Time goes on. Days. Weeks. They've gone into months now, haven't they? More settles and starts to make sense. They ordered Italian cause Mike asked for it. Something about it felt familiar. That was a few days ago. More is coming together for him, but it's still haphazardly pieced together.
Mike wakes up from the side of the bed that he takes cause there isn't anywhere else but the floor to sleep. They don't stay too close to each other, even if there's something familiar about it. Proximity is something that would come with memory and there isn't enough of it yet. There's a pressure change in the air. Static. Rain is in the air.
The thunder rattles the shitty window at the fire escape. He sighs and reaches up to rub at a temple, head starting with a dull ache. ]