“But Tony? I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep giving you everything and you give me half. We’re not kids. We never were. I am exhausted. I can’t keep waiting at the station for you—wondering if you’re just late. When in reality—I don’t think you’ll ever arrive.”
Because how fuckin’ pathetic was he? The only person he could trust was a fifteen year old kid. Because a fifteen year old kid hadn’t learned how to betray yet. The only person he could fall in love with was a fifteen year old kid. Because a fifteen year old kid hadn’t learned how to use the fact that he was in love, to hurt him.