December's all alone
and he's calling
me on the phone
but he sounds so cold
He says he loves me so
but how would I ever know?
Certain words grow old
It's a vicious kind of catch
it sides me blind
Now I'm out of my mind
I want to scream
No, Peanut. Duncan's got it.
I just lost my job as Lochlan's spotter.
We're under fire restrictions now since it's May but because it's raining so hard Lochlan's brought out his big torches to practice. It's the only time he'll do it now. He keeps his skills up. His arms are rock-hard and just as sinewy-defined as ever since he started throwing fire but these torches are bigger, heavier and far more dramatic than his usual practice torches. As such he has to haul them out and use them regularly or he forgets the weight difference and struggles more than he should, if that explains it. It's hard to explain.
I can do it.
No, you can't. I can't believe all this time has passed and you don't understand what I was doing when I asked you to spot me. Do you think a twelve year old can pull that off?
I did.
It was so you wouldn't wander off.
Oh. Well. Wow. It never crossed my mind.
You didn't have to be a parent at seventeen. I had to get creative. You hardly listened.
I listen!
He glares. Hardly. A smile finally cracks his face. You weren't there for safety, in any case. And you still aren't.
So what you're saying is you were foolishly unprotected for the entirety of our show time.
But you weren't and that's what matters.
Wow.
Yeah.