by Will Stanton » Tue Jul 23, 2019 5:28 pm
"I mean, I can't say what goes on in my head; I've never been. You need to do what....what you think is best, in there.
I just mean, like, out here. I want to be treated like...well, like I want to be treated; regardless of what he thinks about it.
I don't want people to argue and worry about how busy I am, or consent, or anything stupid like that. I want people to come in and grab me and use me; so I can take care of what's needed. Like I want. Like I'm meant for. I don't want to be...asked. I want to be...told."
It was hard to tell under the sauce, but Will seemed to be turning quite crimson. "I know Viv nixed me being the bed, and I know Tereza is super-hesitant about the concept of owning me, and I know the first thing you did when I came to your room was tell me to go live with someone else. And I know he'll hate it with every fiber of his being; it's demeaning and disgraceful and everything in between. But, since he's been gone, I've gotten to...enjoy some of that, without that constant yelling voice in the back of my mind telling me how it'll hurt my reputation or my authority or my relationships. Miriam did what years of counseling and therapy couldn't do; and when you cram him back into my head..." he trailed off.