"You know bunny .." Tired, we were laying on the hollow floor. I on his arm. "Zoya wanted to do something so she left when we were alone here. And I .. I thought about what I wanted to do .. and there was nothing I could think of. Is it normal to not know what you live for bunny?" He says it so casually, as if these are just passing worries, not something that weighed down on him for centuries. He is so good at hiding his pain. It's hurtful. "But it's not like that when I am with you. Everything seems so easy with you .."
"Then what do you want to do?" If I can be a safe space for him, I'd gladly be so.
