I have a feeling He detected something on Saturday, if he hadn't already. He saw all my paint shit all over the floor and my big canvases against the living room walls. I was surprised when he inquired about them, asking me what the pieces were called. I straight up told him without any hesitation: "Farewell", "Crash", "Panic", "Heart Murmur"... and he made this face, a face that I've actually never seen before on him. Kinda funny actually. It was a mix of surprise, uncertainty, nervousness, and uhhhhhidontwannadealwithanyofthis all in his great face and black eyes.

Agh this is all old now. Everything's old. I'm dragging it.