,,(...)Ojciec wpajał mu wartości, o tym że ma być mężczyzną, że ma pozbyć się słabości, jak do oczu łzy się cisną. Lecz zgadnijcie kto najgłośniej na tym świecie wtedy ryczał, jak syn jego dziś na sośnie, tak bezwładnie sobie wisiał(...)''
~ Fragment wiersza Heavenly Parker ,,Chłopaki nie(ch) płaczą''
Ral chuckled, helping him, murmuring all the while, “Been a long time since I had a breakdown on a bathroom floor. Sharper than I remember. Thanks for joining me.”
Rolling his eyes, Tomik looped an arm around his husband. “This place is playing tricks on your head,” he said, giving Ral a pointed look. He prodded him on the nose. “Why do you never leave it?”
Puzzled, Ral frowned. “What’re you talking about?” He paused. “The bathroom? Well, I don’t think I spend that much—”
Tomik lightly tapped him on the shoulder, puffing in frustration, though a smirk pulled at his lips. “Not here as in the bathroom, Ral,” he intoned. “I mean, here. Ravnica. This city. This… plane.”
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help I stayed up writing this until 2am I cannot stop