Closest he's come to being able to be himself again. The place is deserted obviously, because Hector would know better than to come here after the arrest and the raids. But at least he's surrounded with a place that's his.
'A night is better than nothing.' He doesn't quite know where to start. 'Fuck, I don't have my keys and there's no spares left outside. Come on, we'll break in.'
It bothers him to have to break into his own house, but such is life.
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Date: 2005-12-11 06:14 pm (UTC)'I love you. Thank you, it's perfect...'
Closest he's come to being able to be himself again. The place is deserted obviously, because Hector would know better than to come here after the arrest and the raids. But at least he's surrounded with a place that's his.
'A night is better than nothing.' He doesn't quite know where to start. 'Fuck, I don't have my keys and there's no spares left outside. Come on, we'll break in.'
It bothers him to have to break into his own house, but such is life.