"She's pretty great," Howard practically coos. "I don't, you know. I never had a girlfriend or anything before. I was kind of young when my life went to shit, so."
He hasn't told R about the FAYZ. He hasn't told most people, besides Sigma and Eponine. He's allowed people to assume that the twitchiness and hoarding are souvenirs from the Arenas and not a pre-existing neurotic condition. He wonders if maybe he should tell R about it, about the way when he was thirteen the world as he knew it ended. About abuse and loyalty and the zombie in the basement.
But maybe some things don't need to be shared. Not right away, anyway. There are some hells he's not ready to talk about. There are some he'd feel guilty laying on R's slouchy shoulders. The guy looks so content to just sit there staring at things. It seems cruel to dump too much on him.
Well, Howard assumes he looks content. R's face is kind of perpetually in that weird cross of looking like he's both concentrating and incapable of focusing. At least both his eyes are normal now, and one isn't spinning off doing its own thing, throwing little pupil-parties out in the periphery.
"Do you want to like, double-date or something, sometime? I mean, the four of us, you, me, Epsy, Julie." He's not weighing the possibility that Julie isn't back, at least not in front of R. "I mean, you two are an item, right? You totally act like an item. It's kind of cute in a nauseating way."
Re: Howard | OTA
He hasn't told R about the FAYZ. He hasn't told most people, besides Sigma and Eponine. He's allowed people to assume that the twitchiness and hoarding are souvenirs from the Arenas and not a pre-existing neurotic condition. He wonders if maybe he should tell R about it, about the way when he was thirteen the world as he knew it ended. About abuse and loyalty and the zombie in the basement.
But maybe some things don't need to be shared. Not right away, anyway. There are some hells he's not ready to talk about. There are some he'd feel guilty laying on R's slouchy shoulders. The guy looks so content to just sit there staring at things. It seems cruel to dump too much on him.
Well, Howard assumes he looks content. R's face is kind of perpetually in that weird cross of looking like he's both concentrating and incapable of focusing. At least both his eyes are normal now, and one isn't spinning off doing its own thing, throwing little pupil-parties out in the periphery.
"Do you want to like, double-date or something, sometime? I mean, the four of us, you, me, Epsy, Julie." He's not weighing the possibility that Julie isn't back, at least not in front of R. "I mean, you two are an item, right? You totally act like an item. It's kind of cute in a nauseating way."