As is to be expected, Kim is diligent with his celebrations: he sets time aside to be with Harry for his one week sober, two weeks, two days again, one week, one month, six months, two days, one week. With a burning gratitude in his lungs, and tapping into a half-buried strand of competitiveness, Harry grabs the bright yellow complimentary calendar from Frittte and starts marking down the day they met, phasmid day, the day Kim transferred, their first pizza, first phone call, first shared crosswords, first time their images melted in a puddle’s reflection as the wind brushed its surface, seventy-eigth kiss (an old lucky number, he thinks, or a new one, at any rate), the tie gift, the tie accident, the day of the haunted cockroach, the great door-behind-a-door débacle.
Today is the third week without the dream, 87 days sober, 302 since Kim’s first ride on a pleasure wheel, also 302 since the the plush bear with a hole in his heart, 163 since the first acceptable omelette, so if you’ll excuse them, it’ll be a busy evening.
Disco Elysium, Harry/Kim
With a burning gratitude in his lungs, and tapping into a half-buried strand of competitiveness, Harry grabs the bright yellow complimentary calendar from Frittte and starts marking down the day they met, phasmid day, the day Kim transferred, their first pizza, first phone call, first shared crosswords, first time their images melted in a puddle’s reflection as the wind brushed its surface, seventy-eigth kiss (an old lucky number, he thinks, or a new one, at any rate), the tie gift, the tie accident, the day of the haunted cockroach, the great door-behind-a-door débacle.
Today is the third week without the dream, 87 days sober, 302 since Kim’s first ride on a pleasure wheel, also 302 since the the plush bear with a hole in his heart, 163 since the first acceptable omelette, so if you’ll excuse them, it’ll be a busy evening.