Your Brutal Honesty (Is There Anything I Can Do?)

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I make my way into the living room, hopping onto the couch next to Satanick to find him flipping through the channels. "Any shows on today?" "I know there's a couple classic documentaries on today, might watch those."

"You think we could carry on what we were talking about at breakfast?"

He looks at me with an uncomfortable look, turns off the TV and turns to face me. "This want you want, hm?"
I can tell he's annoyed.
"...Sorry. Thank you, though."

He lets out but a heavy sigh. "Look, I- I don't wanna be harsh on you. It's just a heavy topic, sweetheart. Sensitive stuff, as you say sometimes, no?

"Oh, yeah, I get what you mean. I just wanna- w- I just want this weight lifted off of yo-"

"Don't mention it... it's enough that you're here with me. Not sure what I'd do without you, hahah! You know, you should cherish yourself too, you never knew when you're gonna diseappear and then you'll regret..."

It took me a while to get him to shut up. It's nice to listen to his rants but it's very hard to get him to keep quiet... oh, Satanick.

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