I should have said it – straight forward – on the day of his accident.
I was too polite.
Too caring.
Too sensitive to the direness of his situation.
And it never stopped being dire – even with the lull of his drawn-out “waking coma.”
It wasn’t fair, really.
My being “set up” to be stuck on pause in that situation.
The elements had conspired against him, though my will’s love had been advocated for and a second chance granted.
In the end, “Loki’s” trickster ways won, anyway.
He’s a right brute-bastard, that one.
I’d like to sock him in the chops, sometime.
Or maybe mess with his own head by kissing him.
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