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He asked you to let him speak first. You said ok, as long as you could tell him a couple of things later. You know him pretty well, it doesn't matter how important what you have to say is, if he needs to tell you something, he's all for words and against ears, so your best advice is hold his hand and wait till he's done.
Once he's done, tell him it's a real relief to get to hear him say *so* live, and beg for audience and for pete's sake... xD
Granted. Still holding his hand? Good. Better if it's warm.
Warm can't be bad.
You wish you could tell him how little your physical self needs this, how utterly fed up you are with *selfish* demands and *unasked-for* advice, but you also think it feels good, his warm hand feels good. You just said you were sorry you hurt him one percent of the time, which is a very small number, growing smaller every day you wish him well, and you really don't want it growing larger, and still nobody knows how much you've missed this, not even you, and his hand feels really warm and good. You don't want to spoil it, but it kind of burns, you guess you're tough enough to take *this one* as well. You let go. You don't complain. You *never* complain.
You are ninenty-nine percent perfect, you've always been, but the silly dick with the warm hand is *just* not *in* right now. Don't blame him. No-one is. You know that, no matter how well you try to conceal it.
Warm is not bad.
But you want best. You've had best, so you want it from knowledge, and dire need, and craving. You once thought "I can't afford this kind of luck", and you were right, you couldn't. So you just let go.
Someone once talked you into never taking second best. You never did. You've got wings. You glow in the dark.
He's just somebody that you used to know.^^
