He looks at it in his hand like it's an alien thing. Soothe his stomach?
'I'm dead, Alex,' he mutters, long after she's disappeared, so quiet he can hardly hear it himself. What the hell use does he have for sandwiches?
Only it doesn't work like that, does it? It should. He shouldn't have to bother with all the boring stuff, like bills, and wages, and putting petrol in the car. But he does. Why isn't it all fun stuff, and no stress? Betrayed by his own stupid subconscious.
He sighs, and eats half of it. The rest goes in the bin, under two empty bottles so she won't see. He kicks his boots off, and goes back to sitting.
He must be in a bad way. He doesn't even think about her being naked in there.
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'I'm dead, Alex,' he mutters, long after she's disappeared, so quiet he can hardly hear it himself. What the hell use does he have for sandwiches?
Only it doesn't work like that, does it? It should. He shouldn't have to bother with all the boring stuff, like bills, and wages, and putting petrol in the car. But he does. Why isn't it all fun stuff, and no stress? Betrayed by his own stupid subconscious.
He sighs, and eats half of it. The rest goes in the bin, under two empty bottles so she won't see. He kicks his boots off, and goes back to sitting.
He must be in a bad way. He doesn't even think about her being naked in there.