[ he has every right to feel angry, frustrated, hopeless really— falco has the patience to understand it. he’s been around it and grown with it enough that it’s just . . . a fact. a fact he knew what he was getting into, accident or not.

it’s how things are, how things were, and blanketed by falco’s patience is a sad acceptance. but— he still wants out. he wants to love more than anything, get old with a ring around his finger and someone who loved him. ]

I know what my home knows. We study it . . . Because we’re prepared to take it.

[ as for others who knew, falco only shakes his head with a shrug of his shoulder. ]

I’ve only told a few people. I’ve been— wanting to tell people. I want to find a way.