Cold Hands
Ten
It’s not him.
Patrick is flushed red, locked in the bus’s tiny bathroom. He hadn’t said anything, but he’d assumed (so fucking stupid) and when Andy came out with it, well.
What did Patrick expect?
He’s been so self involved with his weight and all the fucking calories that he can’t seem to escape he didn’t notice the guilty expressions and the sharp hips. He didn’t notice himself reflected in another.
‘Pete’s been losing so much weight’ he said ‘I’m worried about Pete’ and thinking back Patrick feels like hell. He also feels jealous. Andy noticed Pete’s weightloss and not Patricks– well, fuck, Patrick wouldn’t be surprised. He’s so big you wouldn’t notice half a ton of bulk to go missing.
It still kind of hurts in the same way it hurts when Ryan laughs and his ribcages sticks through his t-shirts.
Andy says something about an intervention and about Ryan but Patrick can’t remember (he’s been forgetting a lot, lately. He thinks he agreed to something but the fat under his hand is cold and malleable and the back of his throat itches like it wants to bathe in acid.
Maybe later.
Patrick is flushed red, locked in the bus’s tiny bathroom. He hadn’t said anything, but he’d assumed (so fucking stupid) and when Andy came out with it, well.
What did Patrick expect?
He’s been so self involved with his weight and all the fucking calories that he can’t seem to escape he didn’t notice the guilty expressions and the sharp hips. He didn’t notice himself reflected in another.
‘Pete’s been losing so much weight’ he said ‘I’m worried about Pete’ and thinking back Patrick feels like hell. He also feels jealous. Andy noticed Pete’s weightloss and not Patricks– well, fuck, Patrick wouldn’t be surprised. He’s so big you wouldn’t notice half a ton of bulk to go missing.
It still kind of hurts in the same way it hurts when Ryan laughs and his ribcages sticks through his t-shirts.
Andy says something about an intervention and about Ryan but Patrick can’t remember (he’s been forgetting a lot, lately. He thinks he agreed to something but the fat under his hand is cold and malleable and the back of his throat itches like it wants to bathe in acid.
Maybe later.