#new genre of hurt comfort where it’s the narrative tormenting you both

[renmorris]

the thing about Harry’s wound placement is that it required removing

his pants

his underwear

to clean and remove the bullet. it was his upper thigh. it was his upper thigh. that drives me insane from so many angles, two touch starved men, experiencing closeness in the most horrific way possible. like!

Kim, who has dedicated his life to a career that has separated him from the gay community and hasn’t gotten laid since when. Kim who wants to heal the city, who worked with corpses in processing AND Harry, a repressed bi who has a history of experiencing sexual abuse who can't get through sex without being intoxicated. deathly ill and mostly unconscious.

it’s so intimate and so deeply twisted with how it mirrors their respective traumas and lonelinesses. am i making sense because i feel insane