[Hector is trying, really he is, but he just does not have within him the wells of patience Rosaly had possessed. He's cold and tired and hungry, and every step in this dance with Isaac seems to lead him into a pit trap.
He wants to believe that if he pressed his body into Isaac's and asked Isaac to fill him, to warm them both up, that Isaac would oblige him. The truth, Isaac's indifference about what hole he fucks, the lack of a connection he feels between them, is a resounding slap to the face.
What is Hector even trying to do? He doesn't know at this point.
He pushes himself up off of the rocks and stands.]
Fine. If you want to stay here and fuck your demons and never walk among humans again, do it. Stay here. I'll go into town by myself and get what we need.
[He pulls his damp tunic on and takes his boots in hand so he can start walking away. Anger is outweighing practicality, so he'll go without them until he's out of Isaac's sight.]
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He wants to believe that if he pressed his body into Isaac's and asked Isaac to fill him, to warm them both up, that Isaac would oblige him. The truth, Isaac's indifference about what hole he fucks, the lack of a connection he feels between them, is a resounding slap to the face.
What is Hector even trying to do? He doesn't know at this point.
He pushes himself up off of the rocks and stands.]
Fine. If you want to stay here and fuck your demons and never walk among humans again, do it. Stay here. I'll go into town by myself and get what we need.
[He pulls his damp tunic on and takes his boots in hand so he can start walking away. Anger is outweighing practicality, so he'll go without them until he's out of Isaac's sight.]