[ The images are hazy, as they come to him: a seaside cliff somewhere with a sunset, the cramped inside of a familiar car on a rainy night, morning light breaking over a concrete lot covered in watermelons. They come and go too quickly for context, only leaving behind a deep, miserable ache. Where they were, what he was doing there, he can't be sure. What he does know, is something important happened in those places. Some events, deeply vital to him, happened there, and he can't get them back.
He feels unbearably lonely. ]
In this whole wide world...
[ He's not so much singing, at this point, as he is whispering, with a lilt in his voice. His hand reaches out, then pulls back. Greg's caught in a push and pull, knowing he's making a mistake, another one, that he can't keep doing this over and over, he needs to learn his lesson sometime.
But he's so scared, and alone. They both are. ]
There's no one like... [ It's awkward, kneeling in a bathtub for a hug from behind. Yet, it's not even the strangest that's happened between them, is it...? What's one more... ] ...you...
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He feels unbearably lonely. ]
In this whole wide world...
[ He's not so much singing, at this point, as he is whispering, with a lilt in his voice. His hand reaches out, then pulls back. Greg's caught in a push and pull, knowing he's making a mistake, another one, that he can't keep doing this over and over, he needs to learn his lesson sometime.
But he's so scared, and alone. They both are. ]
There's no one like... [ It's awkward, kneeling in a bathtub for a hug from behind. Yet, it's not even the strangest that's happened between them, is it...? What's one more... ] ...you...