[He kind of remembers that—the taste of grass and dirt in his mouth, the pounding in his head, Foggy snoring not too far away from him. Also, the pigeons cooing above them.]
And you woke up when a pigeon took a dump on your shoulder. Yeah, I remember that now. We swore never to pass out under that statue again.
What better areas were there to pass out in? I thought that was the best place, pigeons aside. [Not really, but it's not as if Matt remembers where else they passed out.]
[ Memories were washing over him rapidly, one after another and each one clenched his heart up in his chest. So many good moments and they were stolen from Matt. ]
Nah, we started getting in tune with passing out on more cushiony surfaces. Helps the hangover. Least for me.
[ Too much emotion, including what he wanted to hide. ]
That does sound much better. Less prone to pigeons.
[It's probably best he didn't call, easier though that would be for Maft. There's just too much to sort through, moments to place back into their contexts, a life to try and piece back together. If this were over voice he'd be stopping and stammering, figuring himself out.]
After we woke up, we ate the most greasy food we could find since we were told it'd help with our hangover level.
[ Looking off into the distance, his heart squeezed harder in his chest and it took him a minute to be able to compose himself. It had been one of the moments things clicked in for him. A shift you could say in how he viewed and reasoned with the world. ]
It didn't work for either of us, predictably and we spent the rest of the morning groaning.
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And you woke up when a pigeon took a dump on your shoulder. Yeah, I remember that now. We swore never to pass out under that statue again.
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They usually win.
We just picked better areas to pass out.
[ The memories were making him - yearning and how ridiculous, right? One of them needed to keep a clear mind with things. ]
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[See? Encouraging!]
What better areas were there to pass out in? I thought that was the best place, pigeons aside. [Not really, but it's not as if Matt remembers where else they passed out.]
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Nah, we started getting in tune with passing out on more cushiony surfaces. Helps the hangover. Least for me.
[ Too much emotion, including what he wanted to hide. ]
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[It's probably best he didn't call, easier though that would be for Maft. There's just too much to sort through, moments to place back into their contexts, a life to try and piece back together. If this were over voice he'd be stopping and stammering, figuring himself out.]
I don't remember much of the rest of the morning.
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[ Looking off into the distance, his heart squeezed harder in his chest and it took him a minute to be able to compose himself. It had been one of the moments things clicked in for him. A shift you could say in how he viewed and reasoned with the world. ]
It didn't work for either of us, predictably and we spent the rest of the morning groaning.