Lost Creek Hollow are you worth your weight in gold? cause youre behind [m]y eyelids when i'm all alone

oh, there it is, finally laid out on the table again. alamar regrets opening the can of worms, but now that he’s popped the lid open, what’s he to do with them? he can’t tape the lid back on.
what he thought jaime wanted this whole time slips through his fingers, the concept misunderstood and their communication further lacking. alamar finds himself frustrated, less at jaime, more-so at himself, as per usual.
sorry… apologies a rare thing from him, but he knows in some cases to admit when he’s fucked up. he’s sorry for a lot more than just this, too.