says,

    _{he thinks of the INCALCULABLE.  thinks about the lust between him & liquor ━━━ or instead of booze, intimacy.  not the carbon copy of intimacy he subjects himself to F*CK the pain away.  a different intimacy.  he thinks of a candid relationship to which he compares to the stars; as he’s observing them, always.  sometimes they’ll fall, sometimes they’ll outshine each other.  yet they’re ablaze; just like the thought of someone to LOVE again.  a reason to stop swirling loss in a glass.  this anxiety is over his second round of whiskey, to which he unwaveringly watched his reflection in.  it’s dangerous.   ,,  rough night ?   ‘‘   ━━━   catches his attention.  it’s a voice he doesn’t expect as he drawls his hues to them.  the stranger’s absently staring, jittery, regularly bobbing his leg.  this stirs up an avid feeling in his stomach, to which he ignores.  robert stiffens and sets his leather jacket across his lap.  it’s his ARMOR the preparation for the inevitable.   ❛   that’s puttin’ it lightly.   ❜   there’s a snicker.    ❛   it’s late, isn’ it ? gets wild around here at night.   ❜   he’s taking a shot-in-the-dark with the stranger’s age ━━━ but there’s a weariness in his eyes that maybe, just maybe, he’s in his armor tonight too.}  

                       ° • ? (  ROUGH NIGHT..