[There's about eight million things running through Blake's head at the moment. He can't remember the last time he'd had to consider these types of questions, the last time he wondered about what makes love and sexuality and gender. He's never been heavy into emotions, and he's never lied to himself enough to be convinced they're all wrapped up together.
Life's piecemeal, if you really think about it. It's true for Blake, at least. Loving at all is hard enough, limiting that love isn't going to do anyone any good in his opinion.
When he has everything gathered, he lets out a breath and fixes his gaze on Hanniger.]
Action;
Life's piecemeal, if you really think about it. It's true for Blake, at least. Loving at all is hard enough, limiting that love isn't going to do anyone any good in his opinion.
When he has everything gathered, he lets out a breath and fixes his gaze on Hanniger.]
Sorry. For... gettin' worked up.