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“Why do you keep running from us?” Joe asks him, arms spread wide, as if to finally, finally include Booker in the expansive embraces he envelops everyone into.
“Running from you?” Booker asks incredulously.
“You leave Tallinn, you leave Osaka, you leave Sacramento…”
“You found me there,” Booker says. “I’m not supposed to have any contact with you.”
Joe gives him a look like he’s being exceptionally dumb. “What do you think we’ve been doing?”
“Showing me what I can’t have? Reminding me to keep my distance?”
Joe’s face crumples in on itself, and Booker starts to feel like he’s sat down in a classroom where he thought he was learning one thing, but it turns out it’s a totally different lecture and he’s left it much too late to subtly leave the room.
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10 Aug 2020
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Nicky and Joa left him, covetousness, They left booker alone in Belgium, The first package reaches him two weeks into his exile. Two weeks is nothing. Two weeks is a blip on the radar of Booker’s existence. Two weeks is a long time to be drunk.
The address on the package is printed out – no marks to indicate the sender – and there’s no postage stamp, just a sticker with a bar code from the post office. It could be explosives, Booker’s experience warns him, but it’s not as if it really matters. He loosens the glue holding the package open and reaches inside.
It’s a fucking FC Internazionale Milano jersey.
OR: While Booker is trying to atone for what he did, Joe and Nicky are trying to atone for what they didn't do. It takes a while for them to sort out all their crossed signals.
Accepting their invitation to bed when they had all been drinking gin was a bad idea Booker should have seen coming a mile away. The stuff had caused riots. But Booker had never claimed to be all that smart. Their fingers had been clumsy with alcohol, but it was the first time since his sons’ deaths that Booker felt like a real human again, held fast between Nicky and Joe, Joe driving into him from behind and erasing all thought from his head besides the pulse of Joe’s hips and the taste of Nicky’s lips.
Or: What happened that time in Bruges. The first time Nicky lets Booker fuck him, Booker is flat on his back on the decadent, enormous hotel bed in Bruges with a leather strap around the base of his cock.
OR: Nicky and Joe take Booker back to Bruges to make some better memories, and Nicky and Booker discuss how in love with Joe they both are. Bruges, strap,