Fics like being alive

Hungry for companionship, Kim found an equally as lonely homo-sexual by the name of Thomas, living not too far from his humble little apartment in the GRIH. He too had a steady job, better paying than Kim’s, working not with the great big machines of the harbour that Kim held such fascination for but in coordinating hours and shipments. He liked Kim, but not too much, and never demanded what he couldn’t give. He had no eccentricities, no strange hobbies, and was perfectly acceptable company to discuss radio programs with, to introduce friends to with his sharp suit and perfectly honed small-talk, and occasionally went with Kim for dinner in which he reliably ordered steak and potatoes without horseradish. In short, he was perfect. Two years later, Kim stood in the entryway of hostel in a miserable little town and watched in horrified fascination as a man in mustard-yellow trousers and the most hideous tie he’s ever seen staggered down the stairs, smelling of piss and spirits, and declared himself Raphael Ambrosius Costeau. After giving up on true love, Kim finds it again in an unlikely place -- all he has to do is let it in.

Fics like being alive

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