[ it could be. juno thinks the very same for half a moment, digging his heels in like he might get up, but keeping himself seated despite the urge to at least plant himself on the very edge of the bed. he holds a beat, fingers drumming a little on his knee before he lifts his head.
there's an apology there somewhere in the silence, not tangled up in a bunch of words he's using to explain himself as if he can recreate the regret and the guilt and the need to flee in that one moment. ]
Didn't really think I'd get the chance to. Again.
[ looking at nureyev now, he feels like a once in a lifetime opportunity. people like him? they happen maybe once in a full turn of pluto around the sun. ]
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there's an apology there somewhere in the silence, not tangled up in a bunch of words he's using to explain himself as if he can recreate the regret and the guilt and the need to flee in that one moment. ]
Didn't really think I'd get the chance to. Again.
[ looking at nureyev now, he feels like a once in a lifetime opportunity. people like him? they happen maybe once in a full turn of pluto around the sun. ]