::sits on the garage floor by his present, shining those rims to an inch of their lives, laughing when he sees his reflection in them. makes kissy faces at himself, laughing quietly. looks around::
Oh, Jeezus. If anyone heard me out here, they'd think I was fucking crazy.
::cracks up, slowly pulling himself up, stands. runs his hand over the seat, over the handle bars::
But, damn it, she's pretty.
::smiles, swinging the rag around. gathers up his stuff, walks back inside. puts the wax and what not in the cabinet under the sink, takes a deep breath, gazing out the kitchen window::
I just want you to be happy, you know? That's all I ever wanted. With or without me.
::rubs his face::
I'm so tired. A nap sounds like a good idea. Yes. A nap.
::nods to himself, dragging his feet upstairs. crawls into bed, pulling the covers up and over him, mumbling::
Just want you to be happy, my love. Just want you to be happy.
::nods, cheek rubbing against the soft pillowcase, eyes falling shut, drifting into a pleasant sleep, the first real sleep he's had in days::