‹ Prequel: Flucht
Status: 2.0.
Tommy Guns
zwei
“I miss you.”
“What do you mean, Rueds? I’m right here.”
“No, you’re not, not really. You’re miles away, on some battlefield in the middle of nowhere watching innocent men die.”
“Jesus, Ruedi, stop being so dramatic. I’m standing right in front of you.”
“Physically, yeah, but your mind is somewhere else. You’re not yourself. You’re hurting.”
“You can’t possibly know that. You’re not a psychologist.”
“I don’t need to be to know that you aren’t okay. You’re always cold, distant. You don’t smile, you don’t laugh. You never seem to listen, and you hardly talk either. You’ve got empty eyes. You’re not okay. Talk to me.”
“There’s nothing for us to talk about.”
“You can’t bottle this up forever.”
“Watch me.”
“You’re a stubborn bastard, you know that?”
“Sure. Seriously, though, I’m fine.”
“No, you’re not.”
“Okay, well maybe I’m not, but maybe I don’t want to talk about it either.”
“What can I do? Felix, tell me what to do to make this better.”
“You can’t do anything.”
“There has to be something I can-”
“Ruedi, please just drop it.”
“I hate this. I hate you.”
“You don’t mean that.”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry, too.”
“What do you mean, Rueds? I’m right here.”
“No, you’re not, not really. You’re miles away, on some battlefield in the middle of nowhere watching innocent men die.”
“Jesus, Ruedi, stop being so dramatic. I’m standing right in front of you.”
“Physically, yeah, but your mind is somewhere else. You’re not yourself. You’re hurting.”
“You can’t possibly know that. You’re not a psychologist.”
“I don’t need to be to know that you aren’t okay. You’re always cold, distant. You don’t smile, you don’t laugh. You never seem to listen, and you hardly talk either. You’ve got empty eyes. You’re not okay. Talk to me.”
“There’s nothing for us to talk about.”
“You can’t bottle this up forever.”
“Watch me.”
“You’re a stubborn bastard, you know that?”
“Sure. Seriously, though, I’m fine.”
“No, you’re not.”
“Okay, well maybe I’m not, but maybe I don’t want to talk about it either.”
“What can I do? Felix, tell me what to do to make this better.”
“You can’t do anything.”
“There has to be something I can-”
“Ruedi, please just drop it.”
“I hate this. I hate you.”
“You don’t mean that.”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry, too.”