[ that’s the most difficult question someone could possibly pose to him, but he doesn’t hold it against johnny for asking. he’s just frustrated with himself—he wants to be able to answer it so badly, but he doesn’t know himself. he doesn’t know anything about where he’s been, so how can he possibly decide his own future? he’s twisted with desires that feel both foreign and disconcertingly intimate, and he knows where none of them come from.
no subject
he takes a moment, sorts out his feelings. ]
What about you?