Maybe he's like me in the sense that I cannot be restrained and in the event that I am I turn to an amorphous blob and slide off the bed and onto the floor then seep through the cracks of the floorboards never to be seen again
If I had a body guard holy shit the shit I would do. I would taunt cybertrucks and Super Dutys, I would paint my mini cooper with the trans flag and drive it into Dyker Heights wearing a BLM tee shirt I would get into fights with drunk cops I would
I'd only have female bodyguards and cannot promise I'd not fall in love with them. But I'm awkward and will never tell them, especially since I'm their employer and that power imbalance would make consent complicated. But I'd give them all raises and extra time off.
What about the quiet stranger who spends years in a cell beside yours never saying a word while quietly sharing every book he reads with you only to break out one day and slowly extend his hand for you to join him through the hole he has made chiseling the mortar out of the back wall of your cell?
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And there’s only one bed.
I could be your long lost pal
like everything, EVERYTHING about him he ever does is wooden and stilted, so why would his fucking be different
*tears up job application*