xxxxyou can say you only think you know
xxxxplease, there's a better bit of me to see yet
xxxxcause you haven't seen any of my best
xxxxyou know i hate myself without you now
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And then there was a knock on the door, one he just about heard. He stared at the door for a moment, already feeling his walls slam back up again. Could he afford to let August back in? Could he afford to even just be friendly? Would he be able to keep that distance? Was that distance safe?
He got to his feet and brushed himself down. As he reached the door, he took a deep breath, trying to decide how he was going to approach this. It wasn’t something he’d ever even had to imagine himself doing. But he was here now, so he had to make his mind up and fast. Nonchalance it was. Don’t be rude, but don’t make it look like a big deal. Don’t try and be his friend.
He opened the door. It still seemed so surreal, seeing August there after all his work trying to avoid him, trying to keep him away. There was a part of him, larger than he wanted to admit, that wanted to grin and crack a joke, to try and make it like old times. But they couldn’t go back to that. He’d made sure of that. So instead he just leaned against the door frame and raised an eyebrow. “Everything okay?” He asked lightly, keeping his voice level. Don’t give in. Don’t be his friend.