I don't know you. [God, Eugene was really right. He should just fucking leave, but this was his disaster and he had to do something about the fallout.
How did he never realize until now that he wasn't just attracted to his boss, but really liked him? The little he knew, anyway, and the hints of personality that came through despite all his attempts to be perfectly professional: just the fact that he couldn't keep them from sneaking through was so endearing.
He turned away and scrubbed a hand over his face, then ran it over his hair. His movements were usually smooth and fluid, with the same particular sort of easy grace as a cat, which made his physical agitation so that much more plainly.]
I just know you can't hide nothing inside you forever, not when it's part of who you are. It's like... [Turning slightly, he looked at Eugene with unusual softness.] ... s'like how you talk smart enough to fit in with a big office and a nice suit, and real fast like them 'cause there's always somewhere more important you gotta be, but you ain't never gonna be nothin' but a Southern boy who learned some tricks for the Yanks. Can't get that outta your blood, and you can't get this out, neither.
[Eugene watched Merriell's movements, so different from when he had strode into the room like he owned the place. And the words were also something unexpected but still so utterly frustrating.
It was true enough about the Southern thing and he knew at the end of the day he was always a country boy masquerading in the city but that wasn't a big lie. That wasn't a big hidden secret. He wasn't ashamed of where he came from.
His sexuality was something that he had planned to take to his grave. He was going to find a nice wife even and just settle down. But now it'd been dragged out into the open right in front of his eyes which made it harder to deny and lie to himself.]
I wasn't ever going to do anything about it. It ain't right.
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Date: 2016-09-26 07:22 pm (UTC)How did he never realize until now that he wasn't just attracted to his boss, but really liked him? The little he knew, anyway, and the hints of personality that came through despite all his attempts to be perfectly professional: just the fact that he couldn't keep them from sneaking through was so endearing.
He turned away and scrubbed a hand over his face, then ran it over his hair. His movements were usually smooth and fluid, with the same particular sort of easy grace as a cat, which made his physical agitation so that much more plainly.]
I just know you can't hide nothing inside you forever, not when it's part of who you are. It's like... [Turning slightly, he looked at Eugene with unusual softness.] ... s'like how you talk smart enough to fit in with a big office and a nice suit, and real fast like them 'cause there's always somewhere more important you gotta be, but you ain't never gonna be nothin' but a Southern boy who learned some tricks for the Yanks. Can't get that outta your blood, and you can't get this out, neither.
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Date: 2016-09-26 09:28 pm (UTC)It was true enough about the Southern thing and he knew at the end of the day he was always a country boy masquerading in the city but that wasn't a big lie. That wasn't a big hidden secret. He wasn't ashamed of where he came from.
His sexuality was something that he had planned to take to his grave. He was going to find a nice wife even and just settle down. But now it'd been dragged out into the open right in front of his eyes which made it harder to deny and lie to himself.]
I wasn't ever going to do anything about it. It ain't right.