You've technically had more cats than me, since my only credit was feeding the alley toms our scraps, back before. Winky's not so bad either, aberration or not. He could shit everywhere instead. Most feral cats don't know how to use a corner or box without being taught.
It's not...about if you think you deserve it though, is it? I definitely don't think I deserve the way you look at me. But you feel what you feel anyway, right? And even if I said I felt like I didn't deserve it, you'd probably tell me to shut up and that I deserve nice things.
That's how I feel, for you. I don't want whatever you're calling a better cat. I want you. Because you're you. Not because you're anyone or anything else.
I knew what I signed up for.
( just casually like bringing it back to the old couple there. )
You know... I don't think Winky shits. [ because he surely does not keep a litter box around for winky; that would make him A PET. and yet, he has never found accidents??? he just didn't think about it until now. it's not surprising, just weird. just winky things. ]
Anyway, yeah. Yeah, exactly that. Like the furniture thing. You do deserve nice things, dude. James.
[ has bucky already said that he wants alex the way he is? multiple times, countless times? yes. and yet, it has taken this long to sink into his big dumb head that bucky might actually mean it. why would he lie? no discernible reason, but it's just that hard to imagine someone saying it and meaning it as fully as bucky does. that someone could mean it without an "except for..." tagged on at the end.
it takes him a moment to formulate a reply, mostly because he's busy getting all choked up. ]
I just... fuck, you're gonna make me cry, you fuckin'... [ who knows what that hollow insult was gonna be as he sniffs. ] Thanks. I love you, you know? Like, a lot.
Were you looking for — no, I don't wanna know. [ the less time he spends thinking about winky's asshole (or lack thereof), the better. see, this is why that cat-looking monster is the worst. ]
But yeah, I know exactly what you mean. Like, that's what all this is, right? We both don't know how to accept things we deserve. Which is fucking stupid, because we both deserve shit like... I dunno, nice things, love. Basic human shit. But we can both work on it together, y'know? Letting ourselves accept things, I mean.
It's okay. [ he chuckles while trying to be as still as possible — gotta avoid that pain. ] I get it. Feeling a lot. And, uh, feeling a lot about you in particular.
[ instead of repeating "i love you" into infinity — because he could — he broaches the related topic of ] Who's visiting who next? Is it you visiting me?
[ instead of what he might usually do (make a big show of "well i can do it anyway my back isn't that bad i'll do whatever i want!!!") he lets himself accept a nice gesture. character development??? it's more likely than you think. ]
Oh yeah? What kind of get well soon gift are we talking about?
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It's not...about if you think you deserve it though, is it? I definitely don't think I deserve the way you look at me. But you feel what you feel anyway, right? And even if I said I felt like I didn't deserve it, you'd probably tell me to shut up and that I deserve nice things.
That's how I feel, for you. I don't want whatever you're calling a better cat. I want you. Because you're you. Not because you're anyone or anything else.
I knew what I signed up for.
( just casually like bringing it back to the old couple there. )
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Anyway, yeah. Yeah, exactly that. Like the furniture thing. You do deserve nice things, dude. James.
[ has bucky already said that he wants alex the way he is? multiple times, countless times? yes. and yet, it has taken this long to sink into his big dumb head that bucky might actually mean it. why would he lie? no discernible reason, but it's just that hard to imagine someone saying it and meaning it as fully as bucky does. that someone could mean it without an "except for..." tagged on at the end.
it takes him a moment to formulate a reply, mostly because he's busy getting all choked up. ]
I just... fuck, you're gonna make me cry, you fuckin'... [ who knows what that hollow insult was gonna be as he sniffs. ] Thanks. I love you, you know? Like, a lot.
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And I. I know I should. Deserve nice things. That's just not how it feels, even when I tell myself it's true. You know?
( snuffling faintly, bucky scrubs at his eyes, rattling the phone a little on the process. )
Yeah. I. Have been, but. Sorry. ( a watery laugh. ) I just. Feel a lot. And especially a lot about you.
( he takes a slow breath to try and calm his nerves, sighing with relief. )
I love you, too, Alexander. So much more than I could ever express.
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But yeah, I know exactly what you mean. Like, that's what all this is, right? We both don't know how to accept things we deserve. Which is fucking stupid, because we both deserve shit like... I dunno, nice things, love. Basic human shit. But we can both work on it together, y'know? Letting ourselves accept things, I mean.
It's okay. [ he chuckles while trying to be as still as possible — gotta avoid that pain. ] I get it. Feeling a lot. And, uh, feeling a lot about you in particular.
[ instead of repeating "i love you" into infinity — because he could — he broaches the related topic of ] Who's visiting who next? Is it you visiting me?
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I think it's gotta be me, right? You're back is messed up, and I can bring a get well soon gift.
( ...this makes it sound like bucky is driving up tomorrow. but also would that be so bad? making time for alex feels important. )
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Oh yeah? What kind of get well soon gift are we talking about?
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( he chuckles. )
I dunno, do you want me to ruin the surprise?
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( playfully. )
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[ in a light tone that suggests he is just joking about Suffering; literally it's fine. ]
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( he's probably still joking. )
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