[ 'it's not its fault'. and maybe if someone had understood that about david, he wouldn't feel quite so hollow about being hollow-- bitterness is a vice that david embraced for a while as a virtue, something that spawns from complicated reactions, something illogical. if david can embrace entropy, he shouldn't be considered so static; like the faces of the moon, waxing and waning, it's not david's fault that he's prone to swings in artificially constructed, perfect moods.

david 'likes' sam. he folds his hands behind the small of his back in a perfect posture of attention, fingers linked and palms pushed together. there's no pulse, but if there were, it would be calm and steady. david is 'at ease'. ]

I'm glad to hear that it doesn't upset you.

[ spoken more to himself than anyone else, but david turns his head, fixes sam with a congeniality that he's practiced for occasions like these. ]

I understand that it's not easy to refrain from projecting one's insecurities onto someone-- or something--else. Though I also understand that doing so seldom makes things 'easier'.