[ there's a fantasy that lives in a box in the back of his mind; where he brings jeff to meet his parents and they love him, they think he's great, they see how happy he makes their son and couldn't be happier about it. The kind of thing people with decent parents and normal lives get to have. ]

[ he gets caught on the edge of that one when jeff asks and has to shake himself out of it. david prefers the ones that are a little bit more realistic. he raises his eyebrows until jeff adds that qualifier and frown because there's no way to dance around his discomfort. ]

Stupid, mundane shit.

[ his laugh is a little self-conscious, eyes cast down at his lap. ]

Just thought about how good it'd be to be able to do normal things, you know? Go pictures, get dinner. Fucking, I dunno. Walk a dog?