so i was sitting in this motel bathroom at like 3am staring at the grout between the tiles and thinking about how my entire life is basically held together by duct tape and denial. which is fine. totally sustainable. then sam knocks and asks if i'm okay and i say yeah just needed a minute. he knows i'm lying. i know he knows. we both just stand there for a second and then go back to our respective corners and pretend everything's fine. this is what love looks like in our family i guess
