[He resists the urge to touch, to act out of impulse, to do anything that might spoil the situation further. The look he gives her is a sincere one, implying that he's been in a similar place before. He still may now, in all honesty, but he is too selfish to not want more for himself.]
Ohhhh, man.
[Rex sighs, understanding that she will dismiss his words even when he means them. It hurts, every time someone does that. He is well aware that he talks and talks, for minutes on end, often saying nothing at all. So when he does believe that he has a point, when it's clear that he's not bullshitting or joking around, being disregarded and cast aside stings in such a familiar way.
He had experienced a similar pang of anguish, although much greater, when he had seen his father happily embrace a new little girl through that unfamiliar window on Christmas. Never once had the man looked at him, his first born, with such joy. Ever.]
You already know you are, right? Look, I may not be your type, I get that! Sure.
But anybody you're with should never make you feel like you don't deserve to be there. No matter who the fuck you are! I don't care if you're an axe-murderer. Whoever you're cuttin' heads off with should make you feel like you're the fucking best.
You don't even let people who are worried about you live that down. Why should you put with a guy who doesn't make you feel good?
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[He resists the urge to touch, to act out of impulse, to do anything that might spoil the situation further. The look he gives her is a sincere one, implying that he's been in a similar place before. He still may now, in all honesty, but he is too selfish to not want more for himself.]
Ohhhh, man.
[Rex sighs, understanding that she will dismiss his words even when he means them. It hurts, every time someone does that. He is well aware that he talks and talks, for minutes on end, often saying nothing at all. So when he does believe that he has a point, when it's clear that he's not bullshitting or joking around, being disregarded and cast aside stings in such a familiar way.
He had experienced a similar pang of anguish, although much greater, when he had seen his father happily embrace a new little girl through that unfamiliar window on Christmas. Never once had the man looked at him, his first born, with such joy. Ever.]
You already know you are, right? Look, I may not be your type, I get that! Sure.
But anybody you're with should never make you feel like you don't deserve to be there. No matter who the fuck you are! I don't care if you're an axe-murderer. Whoever you're cuttin' heads off with should make you feel like you're the fucking best.
You don't even let people who are worried about you live that down. Why should you put with a guy who doesn't make you feel good?
[Eve had been right to end it.
Rex knows.]
I don't get it.