Unbelievably, Durant is attempting to detail some sort of fucking justification for what he's done to him - what he's done to him regularly.
He entered Rush's apartment for this specific purpose.
How many other contrived interactions were initiated solely to siphon Rush's own fucking emotional reactions from him.
His eyes close.
No. God, fuck, no, he cannot think about this, he cannot devote thought to this, not now, not in this state.
"That's not your fuckin' call," Rush rasps. Maintaining any measure of eye contact and or steadiness of tone is not a feasible exercise. He is lucky to still be conscious and capable of relative movement. "It's my head."
His head that has been rearranged and dissected and torn from so often and so frequently that he can no longer allow himself to wonder how much of Dr. Nicholas Rush is truly left.
no subject
He entered Rush's apartment for this specific purpose.
How many other contrived interactions were initiated solely to siphon Rush's own fucking emotional reactions from him.
His eyes close.
No. God, fuck, no, he cannot think about this, he cannot devote thought to this, not now, not in this state.
"That's not your fuckin' call," Rush rasps. Maintaining any measure of eye contact and or steadiness of tone is not a feasible exercise. He is lucky to still be conscious and capable of relative movement. "It's my head."
His head that has been rearranged and dissected and torn from so often and so frequently that he can no longer allow himself to wonder how much of Dr. Nicholas Rush is truly left.