Bojack And His Wife

by ClarissaStories

Within the bright chaos known as Los Angeles, there are two that are destined to be together, knowing it in some lives within the layers where they're lucky enough to share with one another, and not in others. The most disorienting part: all of the complex experiences of that kind of transcending love all within one mind and body as it spills across the lives they share.

3. Chapter 3

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It was a lie, and you knew it was, the same way that everything Bojakc did and decided on was ultimately a lie even to himself, and it showed int he chaos of his ucneinity in the confliction of his eyes as his pupils dilated while he eased his body further against the side of the counter. The muscles on his face treamored while his body was eased agaaisnt the counter, eyes flcikeirng over to where the men where continuing with their amsuemnt as they played on their celeloones with their flashes. He grunted as he laughed to himself in prose of amusement, though the flickering of the unceinity in his eyes didn't lesson as it brought and gave away what made up the unease in his expression as his hands gripped onto the eedge of the cotuner.

"What do you want me to do?" Your lips eased against his neck. Bojack's eyes turned down as they dimmed right along with his ears, pupils dialting as he thought it over in the frnatci ease of his conflicted mind. Your eyes turned up as they threaded and eased against his as your eyes dimmed while you met in the agreement of his lostness, a temporary hinge of exhaust between the both of you that came along with the exhaustion of existence that always demanded another answer.

"Just keep going." He let out a whimpered grunt as he eased his hands further onto your palms, squeezing his fingertips onto the spaces of yorus as he guided your palms back onto his chest, ears lwoered back while his lips pouted. "We already came this far, right? They seem to be not completely obnxiuous about how they're taking the door we oepend up for them by seeing something interesting for once in their lives."

Your eeys turned as you looked at the crowd of people that had formed a wall beside you. Your eyes turned back as your eyes eased against Bojack's palms while your fingertips eased against his hand.

"The only thing that makes me feel grounded is focusing on how much I love you. I wish I could keep it forever."

Your words were met and proven by the way your hips eased against the curve of his stomach, and Bojack's eyes wince din the uncertain ease of unknowing the way someone as humbly human as much as Bojack was, and you could feel the increased race of his heart as it thudded on your chest. But he tried to adjust the natural dignity he could muster as he rolled over his shoulders while his eyes threaded into an ease glint as he trie dto pull himself toegtehr from the chaos in his head while his eyes flickered down and looked over your own body that was easing against the curve of his stomach. There was the understanding, especially after what had occurred that night, that there was no promise that something like that would be guaranteed, and even less than it would carry you both the way thay you both craved. Bu Bojack pulled himself together in the matte rof fact approach he had as he reathed in deep for a slight anticipatory moment.

"Then let's make surr we can at least try to give ourselves the best goodman memory of that as much as we're able to." his chubby handa easd against your wrist, threading against them with his fingertips that attempted to ground you. "Tonight and my impulsive decision being one of them."

The flashes beside Bojakc increased, and each one lathered another bright flash against his expression as you saw the occasional dilation in his eyes that only occurred from someone who had acquired a certain kind of insanity from being in the unnatural light so often and of what it entailed. His teeth flashed as he snappd his dilated eyes over to where the flashes were coming from the shoulders elbows of the amused people anf their eyes glitning into their sickly edged amusement, and his hands flashed away from easing against your palm as his shield tmepaorilly crossed across his cheek, a natural reaction that he ahd to the unnatural stagance and the even more inhuman intentions of that of which surrounded him.

"Do you think we can do that tonight?" Your voice was tremoring with qureston, and the light in Bojack's eyes that seemed on the borderline edfe of insanity that came align with his eyes in response to that of what surroudned him. He recollected himself as he let out a gruff sigh and recolelcted himself a smooch as he was abl, ears flickering as he shook his head with his eyes still dilated for a moment as he recnetered himself a smooch as he was able considering the continuous flash against his profile. His hea dshook slightly as his ears splayed out, and his dilated eys turned back to you as he recolelcted himself. There was a certain kind of hope in his expression as he eased his hands back on yours, disoenornted all things considered, despite the increasede flashing that was against his profile as he tried to reocllect the clasirty in his eyes.

"We don't know unless we try, right?"

Your sighed as you head curved down and eased agaisnt his chest, pulling yourself further inward to the curve of his plush stomach as youd body presse closer to his. Bojack let out an abrupt ease of his voice, adorable and one dge and just as antipcaiorty as much a syou expected as you felt your on protection and that grounding of peace come oer you as your body began to curve against the space of his own branwy and plush skin. As you did so the flashes increased and blidned you, butt hat wall of cofmrot increased furhter the more that you kept yourself eased against the plush curve of his body and begant o thread your body and ease against his thighs while you began to enter further into his inaimciy btewttn his thighs again. You were vaguely aware of what must have been trashy shouting and enocurgament that came from the dense wall of people now surorudning the both of you, and as you tutened your head up and saw how Bojack eas easing his head back with his eyes dilated through the crowd, you felt through the tender tone of his raspy breath someone that was both exhullted and yet at tension towards getting what was the idea of what he wanted. There was the shouts of a request foe certain psootions but as it was whner the both of you harrowingly focused on one another you kept your concnetraiton to where the both of you found peace agaiant your bodies, accepting the pain of what came along with the contradiction of wanting to be known and to be felt by the way of others but also knowing connection was sgaunrteed to be impossible, a weight of contraidiciton Bojakc carried and always had, and your own sentiment meeting in agreement with his from your won expereince.

"Don't force it, honey." Bojack's voice was trembling in a shakiness of emotional exhaust as he eased his body back against the counter, your hips threaded against the curve of his stomach as you began to enter him further. His hands ease firmly against your palms as he threaded his hands onto your palms while his head turned back, and you allowed yourself to follow the ease of his body. You could feel the way his muscles were occasisonally tremblign against your body and you knew it was from the way he was swaying against your body to try and se the crowd in front of him to gauge their reactions to his pain of whatevr it was he was trying to make sense of by worrying about their precpeiton. You slid your thighs further against his inaimcity until he was inside of you entirely, and though phsycoally it was a full feeling, it was enough to ease you into the warmth of your dynamic as he felt nhim give int a tense breath as his body shufdered against he powerful, almost demanign feeling of your hips on his, until he relaxed into the feeling of your bbody entirely.

"Don't worry about them." Your lips eased onto the lumpo of where his cheek had his layer of double flesh under it as his head turned forward, muscles on his face cramped as he turned his snout forward and ease it onto the intimaity of your lip as your mouth pressed agaissnt the diamond on his snout. "You got evil in your lfie and there was some evil in you for a time in order to respond to it, and it grew inevtibely because becoming the evil that surrounde dyou was your only way of dealing with it. It dosen't have to be like that, and we can try to find strength and goodness, even now." Your hips rocked on his own, and the promise of what at least seemd like the sentiment of strength of peace eased through Bojack's body as he eased his plush curve of his sotmtach on yours a syour lips felt intmacty against the plush vague double chin under his cheek.

"Should have thought of that before I invited over the people who trip over themselves to be a aprt of it."

"You did this for a reason. We come into everything for something, even if it was a muddled intention that we came up with. We both deserve to feel joy as much as we're able to give one another. I love you, and I know that even the attempt of giving you whatever came out of his will help both of us tonight."

You could feel the ease of Bojack's lashes as he blinked while his snout threaded and caresse beside your cheek, the bloat of his aged face easing onto your skin as his body eased against yours, his palms and hands gently intimate with his hands caressed against your palms as he followd your grace of hips and was leed by them with his palms threading against your hands, his own way of silenting agreeing for him to follow you with where it was he was at. As he felt the way your hips eased against his own thighs while another pleasure easd through his body, another sign of genuine love making in the middle of what made up a sea of superficial mockery of the people that surrounded the both of you, another night of loud and obcinious distraction to break up the stagnant narrative of never ending passing hours that made up existence, and for the time that there was the relief of clairty of you easing your hips into his own did the both of you find your vague peace.

The muscles on Bojack's face tremaoreed as his snout eased onto your face, and you could feel the deseeraption that came along with the welcomed, even needed intimacy as another shuddered sigh left his plump lips. The front of his snout eased ont top of your forehead as it pressed onto the curves of your face while you contuined ot breath against his worn face, beauty and ease pressed between his superficiality of what he had previously felt comfort in. But that artistic depth of what he possessed pressed against your face in the chaos of his liquor laden breath as it relfectievd and eased against the feuatres of your own face that had acquired from the film of sweat from your skin that came along with the stikign exhult of both emotional inaitmcty and physical. A moment passed between you as Bojakc respodned to the thrust of yorus, increasing the richnes that threaded between your bodies ,and your lips forzen into a paralsis as you felt your mouth temporarily froze in the feeling of fulfillment that came from the grace of the lovability of his plush and clumsily modled body that was the reflection of humanity as he kept his hips rocked onto yours, as intimate as much as his body would allow or manage in the middle of how you felt his hands increased in their squeezing against your palm, and the intense ease of his breath giving away how deeply he was clinging onto you.

"He'll wake up to ten thousands articles tomorrow. If he;s lucky. This party was a cheap sham for him to continue getting laid in both fame and ltierally. At least we know where the wife came from."

The words were burred from behind the both of you and the wall of warmth between your bodies. It wans't necessairly the kind of force that guaranteed anything especially pwoerrufl, but it was consistent and it was true and pormsing, as it wa sbetween the both of you in yoru guaranteed and desperate love. You felt Bojack let out a rasped swear as his modled and curved stomach along with his happy trail eased against your hips, and it was the physical delicate memory of him that was all you needed or wanted to know.

Bojack's eyes turned as his pupils lookd into yours, and they were far elss from peace or groundign as much as you would have thouht from your bodies, and his eyes more dialted than you thought. keeping her eyes on his as she leaned her lips forward and gently pressed her mouth against his cock, peeking out through his hands. Before she could hear the soft moan leave his lips-something that would drive her mad with logging in and of itself-she pressed her lips on his cock, reaching out her hands and grazing it against his own quivering ones. His body jutted abruptly under her touch, which only caused her to want to pleasure him further as she fealt a lighting shock go through her body. Your hands raised against his cheek, the back of your palm easing against his cheek as his eyes winced up at the feeling of your hand while caressing against his cheek, your breath shaken and just as at the extent of chaos as much as either of your as your eyes burned in an edge of meeting Bojack's expression as the trouble of his eyes met your own.

"These assholes are boring. Let's take it up a notch and get one of you oneot the counter, huh? Two death from skull fucking each other tonigth and seeing a D list celebrity getting his ass onto a counter? Let's fucking rock it!"

Bojack had, unfortunately, heard that one, and the comforting wall of what made up your escape was broken as there was a slight madness that eased into his already tensed up features. Your hand kept on the side of his bloated cheek as your kept your eased knot his trouebeld pens.

"They want it, we give them it. That's what this is about. That's the only thing that can save you in life, is trying to please anyone who will give a damn about you."

"That's not what this has to be now."

"No?" His voice was as somber toned and matte rof face as much as the tense expression that overcame his face as he slinekd one hand out of the spacs of yorus, turning it up into a snap beside his body as his eyes looked at you witha brutn of anger that you knew was more uwnanted and projected from what the world had forced him through more than it ever could have been anything else. "That was true then when I first started navigating the world and its true now. That dosen't change because someone came into my life and made ite aser, and by the way." His hand raied up into an abrupt fingertip that was a gesture of his own pointed aggravation of his point as it rested in front of his tense face. "Just because this has worked for now dosen't mean it always will."

Your face lowered a syou felt something inside of yuou break; the realizaiton of why Bojack was doing this now fully came over you ras your eys melted while you felt your body go limp against his form, and you could see vauge regret flash into his eyes, but there was an edge to his voice that had made up a lifetime of phsilophies and hurt that you knew he couldn't truly bring himself to regret saying the black experience of isoaltion and the guarantee of it that followed the majority of his experience.

"I'm not going anywhere. I've always wanted you. I've always waited for you. I've meant everything I've eever said."

The words felt as believable as much as they reflected in the brudned eyes of who they were for, and although you knew you meant every word, you also knew that words were nothing in the wake of experience. Bojack turned his eyes up as he absrively eased his ears out into a splay of as there was the temporary cyciam absisviness that took the majority of his senses.

"And what does that look like, me going into this and casting across every other lifestyle just for the sake of an element and experience that has only existed for, what, a few months? If even that?"

"It's been a year and a half." Your voice was far more pathetic and even unconcivning than you would have liedk ti to be, and your hands gripepd as you eased his palm back into the natural thread of you attempting to get him to follow you. His eyes flared up as the pout on his features increased, though there wa sonly that hollwoed exhaust in his eys behind ti that you knew had long sicne stopped having any coehrent haormy with existenc eor agreeability to it that made up the majority of his emotion.

"A year and a half of promises and experience that are facing about fifty pllush years of god knows whatever the hell you want to call what lef to my life."

"This dosen't have to be that. You don't have to be a rlefection of what life gave you. I know it's hard."

"Hard would be the term that someone would use when they only have a vague perception of what they're talking about."

Bojack's voice was somber and there was an extnesiion of what seemd like diappintment that you were was meant to be directed towards you. Your eyes dimemd as your body eased back while you felt some life drain out of you, despite the conviction and the natural knowing that took over you that this was where you were meant to be at; talking back anf forth of whatever life had molded him into, weather ti meant good or bad. His eeys turned back up to the crowd, and withe every flash did that dilation and that ease of isnaiy ease knot his eyes.

"As far as I'm concerned, everything that I';ve been doing for decades now hasn't been productive or worth anything or even something that willb guarantee my life or everything I went through was for something. It's all just been based off of tmerpoary phases and petty emotions and useless executions of it in whatevr way made sense at the time." His hand that wasn't taken in by yours, and the grip his palm had on yours was the only promise you could coherently interpet in that moment that he was still following you adn allowing you to lead him with wherever he went despite his current display of emotions, was the main and only thing to keep your concentration on him as his eyes winced while he snapped his hand to the crowd. "These jerk backs are the best thign that has ever taken car eof me. You come and you beg me to marry you and we have some surreal experience and go on trips together, great. But I've been in this world long enough that I know that it's only focusing on the world and the techncialites of its soulels cocnvcitons that keep you alive when all that emotional gibebrish flabbergasted bullshit goes to waste."

You wanted to spak your usual words that you had felt sice the moment your eyes had memorized the way his snout was modled into both grace and the ease of humble humanity, but you felt your voice falter, the energy of what you would have spoek with grace and excitement of your somber hue of what you shared and the language you spoken starting to ease into nothing, and Bojack felt it just as much as you were unintentionally excutuing it. Your fingers faltered slightly from where thy were ased against his palm as the energy of your hands fell away with some ease of lack of grace, and Bojakc could feel it, and you knew that in his ownw ay he took comfort in it; it meant that he was falling into something fmaialir, something not terrifying or unknown or something he wans't oracticed or good at; the act of being loved and of feeling what that truly meant. He enjoyed this feeling of taking away the inaitmcity of what you had and replacing it what with he ideinified as. His eys dimmed as a graceful cycisn and pain overtook his face, and his le tout a rasepd ease of a sigh as he turned his other hand back and took it against his palm.

"So let's try to make this something that's at least something I can look at and jerk off to after another empty hookup when this inviebtly goes south and fallas apart, alright? Crakheaded idiots spewing out whatever weird shit they believe and think or not."

"Is that what you feel like this is?"

Bojack's hard eys eased up onto yours. "Is there another way of seeing it? Or do you expect me to go down the road ike evry other crossed faded idiot I;ve ever observed without even having to lvie it myself to get thge idea?' His hips eased onto your thighs, and though it was just as pelasurebale and as human as much asd it always wa switch him, the thickness of cycisnm and the lack of humanity or the want of it that Bojack possessed didn't lessen him awya from what you were now rememrbing made up his core. "I know that we both want to believe that this can somehow change who we are at our core or what life has always bene for us, and I knwo i said I would marry you. You're the first woman that I've ever wanted to live the mistake out with like any other cross eyes starry idiot instead of just doing it on my own. Take that and enjoy it, and I'll take the marriage and the experience and try to see it as less of a mistake a smooch as I'm sure it will be in the eventual future."

"Is this because of what the lady said?" Your lips ruined by his cheek, and the tremor of the purity of how you responded to and felt about him only increased in tis contrast to Bojack's unforigivng abrasive uncare. You felt him ease out his shaken breath as his caressed his hands against your body, threading you further into him. The isaoloton and the paine a sincreasing, the same way life had promised you it would always come back to again eventually without the slightest apology, the cente rof what made up existence that always seemd to round back up to suffering, and Bojack, who acccepted it and was executing his truth and belief as quickly as he believed it would somehow lessen the edge of the truth of it.

"Don't pretend like this isn't different. That I don't love you differently, more profoundly than I evr have or could ever love anyone." There was almost a caution to yoru voice, something that suggested a vague threat as your face turend while your lips eased onto his ears. "I'll let you have a voice in anything you want, but I won't let you talk as if I don't love you."

There was a pause to Bojack's rhythm of his hips rocking on yours as well that increase soulless of the way he was speaking the more that he allowed hismelf to follow into a believe his perspective that he ahd allowed the world to shape and mold for him like a cave, and that he ahd stepped into willingly.

"I'm just trying o make this easier and more matter of fact for both of us, you understand?" His voice was soft, rueful, remorseful, softly laden, and somehow that only added to both your allure and intiamicty and attraction towards him while also filling you with an odd contradiction of disgust.

"No. I don't."

"You do." Bojack spoke with an ease of his somber voice that was a grace of something that had enough emotional insight that it made you shiver. "That's the thing, you do. And just because you don't like it dosen't make it any less true." There was a somberness ton his voice of somehow who ahd ben born into isoaltion and emotional absue since he had been born, leaving mark on him that seem to be nothing less than to make him feel permanently separated from others or inhuman. The most addicting side to such abrasive and unforgiving inhuamnity of experiences and of being treated as such was the undeniable feeling of something that reached the pinnacle of humanity ins someone who could love him through it in the speiifc and almost impossible way that it needed to be that so many were robbed of, and you knew beyond a doubt that it was that phsilsophy and subcocnious spiritual knowing tha was the only thing keeping him rocked against you nowd despite the animalistic nature of ego and of practice of following the miserable road out of promised familiarity that was keeping him grounded by you now. Just cycnicmal and rwalsitic enough to keep him grounded to survive, and just desperate enough for humanity tht he would keep coming bsck to you time and time against regardless.

Your turned your lip fully over to Bojack's ear, your breath easing against the side of his skin as your lips threaded onto the soft and worn age of his skin that signified the leather of wear that had made up his life.

"And just because you don't feel comfortable with hwo I love it dosne't make it any less true than any other expereicne you've ever had. My love for you isn't something that has a limit, or even sense to it."

"Right." Dry, unbelieving, and even less than half reached with your intention.

"The only ay to have something you believe in that matches the unrelenting force of lfie is by matching it with the same chaotic and aimless energy of everything alway every changing, but to keep the same core of belief and its heart. And that's my love for you, in the same unprdeitcable and ever changing thread of what makes up life and what it means and looks like dffernelty one evry day to day existence. My love for you has no answer or even makes sense, the same way that life does, and in that is it as powerful and as much as a force, and demanded to be follwod only by intuition."

"Sounds like a long shot." But his voice cracked, and that was all the invitation you needed. You let out a calming murmur as you kept one hand firmly pressed against his palm. The other one that had been used to show off his abrasive blunt fight with his hands to execute his point was threaded away gently from yours, gradually leading over to where the intimacy of your bodies and your privaites were contuning to ease against one another in a rhythm. Your hand threaded over the curve of his palsu stomach, reflected in an artistic and melancholic fashion as it eased down to where he had entered you.

"Loving you is the wisest thing I;ve ever done. I love you as a people should be if people knew how they should be, like childne, living in the moment and simply accepting things as they are and how they always will be, how they have always be with playful and an acceptance and even want of lack of control, and enjoying it for what it always will be, and simply enjoying benign a response to that of which surroudns them."

You could hear Bojakc let out an abrupt grunt that suggested a profound amount of emotional strain, and you knew it was aprtly from the troture of being touched on his most tender and private place witht he soft ease of your fingertip while it guided across the top of his private eased into your own legs, the sensation fot ocuh of being truly loved and known by someone he wanted to be love and tocued by, and the shock of what wa sno doubt his easily casted hatred as much as it was something that he regretted just as quickly, the way that always made up an easily panicked mind.

"It's ok, baby. Just take it easy."

The sounds of people talking were heard from downstairs as well as up now; the majority of them would more than likely make their way up to the scene soon, if the sounds of the asventisments of the people sruroudning you and their increased attention a anything to go by. Bojack's plush body fell forward until you felt the soft plush of his stomach caressing and along with the pleasure of your hips, a rotuien nojne too remakrbale, as love was until someone was experiencing it themselves, skin massaging against your own that was now slick with the itimacity of your bodies and thee motional climax that came along with the rare nature of being truly connected as the both of you were, oin all of the mesisness that made up human compelcity and compclaiiton that made the both of you come to the ful resolution of where the both o you were now.

"It's just impossible not or screw up." Bojack gave a teense eased as his hands squeezed on yours, and the translation of your inaimcity emotionally and otherwise in the scaring of what made up someone set in their ways was as tense as much as any tended wound ever would have been. "In general, my entire life. With everyone around me and myself-there was never anything to do or be except for one msitask after another."

"Then let's be a mistake. A messy, loud, smearing mistake, and the biggest one either of us ever made. I'll find menaing in you no matter what direction it takes me in, and I feel the same will be true for you, andf at the end of it all that's all that life is made of; meaning, whether good or bad."

His happy trail of his bellybutton tickled up against your thighs as you felt his stocky thighs awkwardly stumble forward a bit, and there weres houts of both mockery, amsuemnt, and surprise as the crowd stepepd back while their snapped their heads to one another in their own trail of their amused surprise from the sudden stumble of his weight on yours, a significant contrast.

"Ok." Bojack's voice was trembling, his eyes gudining downward as he allowed his nervousness to overtake the majority of his uncerinity as his palms trmebeled onto your hand,s once sgaisn gripping onto them for the sake of leveraged safety as much as he was able to in what made up the contrast of what was a combination between loathing of others and the animalsitic want of the desire for bonding with them. "I guess that's one way to poitnpoint going through with this."

"I know you feel like you have to." There was an edge of warning to yoru voice, somewhere was the the opening space that Bojack could still levreage his way out of the forceful suffocation that surroudned him if he found it something he wanted; but the part of his own conflicted headspace that was too far gone was already set in stone, and you could feel his decision as you began to thread your body towards his hips, your intimacy easing between your bodies as Bojack's yes widend, rtelfected agsisnt the light as his heasd turned back. There was an extensive amount of emtpienss there, there always was, and in that did you know for the time being he ws senjoying the chaos and the want of what he wass trying to get out of it, even if it was only led to chap distraction. No matter the amount of irutal of love or of peace that had transferred and had been able to be experience between the both of you in that incessant human feeling, there was at his core still the same usual habits he endowed at his center that took to the sam habits he held and would held, no matter the amount of guaranteed empotiness or of the usually diysncitonal that would occur otherwise.

"Just give me this, honey. I don't knwo fi i cna get through this if I can't try to at lead trove something to everyone else. If this dosen't work out and you leave and there's no proof of me ever even having come close to marriage or what thgat looekd like-I won't have any proof of it except for my own memory."

"And what?" Your eyes turned up as you contiuend to rock your rips aegaisnhis body, and his ngelegignet eyes eased down as th ewet crossed his yese a sh elookde down at you with his profound wte apology that was alwyas in his eyes and met evrey tone he ever spoke. A soft clumsy nois ecam eout of his lip as his yes flickered btewene your own in hsi eternal apology, his fingers stout as they eased onto the spaces of your hand. Bojack tried to speak something that would be as conflicted asd as compelling as much as his eyes, but with a sudfdne thrust of someone's hand that was insistnet was your shoulders shovde, and you wer elungde forward as your body slammed onto Boajck's, his own eyes widened as his body was slammed back against the counter whil ehis face froze as it was slammed against the side, breath knockd eout of him as his fac twisted for a shocked moment.

"You two fireballs nede to get something actually burning! Otherwise, what are we doing heree for?"

You your own gasp as you felt herself fall forward, Bojakc letting out a clumsy grunt as he kneeled himself down towards your own body that abruptly cvaught himself onto his stomach until the curves of his face were caressing yours, his body stumblign down until he was half kneeling in front of your body, th eblankets that wer eeasde around his hips falling down as his hands abruptly shook as h ecaught himself on yours. His tnedre breath shook as the vulnerability eased into his eyes while the tremor of th emsuclse on his fac agave away his sudden euncrienity that easd einto a gracfeul tremor of uncreinity that met th egrac eof the ton ein his voice and his palms as thye grippde onto yoru wrists. His eyes widnde as the rest of the sheets passed down his hips, easing down his knees until ti fele onto th efloor of his feet. Meabressmnet crossed his feautrse but not as much as that handsome alluring extension of melody and apology that easde onto his expression a shis eyes lowered into a dim apology whil ehis ears flicked back as h ekpet his hands gripped onto your wrist as your knees wer eakwarkdly splayed into a bnet, until you raside your eyes up and caught yourslef from falling fully onto the ground. Bojakc's eyes snapped up to th ewoman who had pushed you in her own annoyanc, ehre fac enow necasde into an sudden amusement that crossde against her features as she snapped her head back.

"More like it."

"What is wrong with you?" Bojack's voic ewas raied intoa crack of his own insult as h ekpet his hands eased onto your wrists, and his teeth pokde out as his eyse threaded down to your body as you gradually raside yourslef back up through his hands that wer epressd eitnnetly and insisntley agaisnt your wrist. "You want to try that agin and se eif it makse you or this party any more interesting?"

"Bojack, I'm alright."

His yees lowrede down as he tride to clumsily pull you back up, and the puffye glar ein his heatde eyse didn't keve him as he snapped his expression back up tpo the woman. You turned your own expression up as you tried to bring him back to that foggy wall you shared, your hands easing onto his wrists as your fingertips reachde out to threadde on his shubby wrists as much as you wer eabl eto manage. The flair in his yes edidn't lessne, nor did the abrasive glint in his yese, but th emsuclse on his face did softn eionly in th etroubeled way he could manage as his yes turnde back down to chkec on yours.

"Just wanted to make sure you could keep yoursleves as upriught as much as you promise dwith the party tonight." She stepepd back, her lips suppled up as she eased herself back amongst the crowd that was now only a few inches away from you both.

"Yes, you made that incredibly clear. Enough that it could have made em want to end this in the frist place." His voice was dry and abrasive but as you turned your disoenritned and drunken eyes back up to him you saw the trouebeld narrative in his expression as the muscles on his face lowered. His teeth pressed toegtehr as a troubeldk nature opvercame that natural grace on his expression as he gripepd his fingertips onto yours, raising you up while he hoisted you back up as clumsy as he could while his stocky legs eased between your own, chubby hands trembedl otno your hips as you hitched your breath while meeting him back to his chest again.

"If this keeps up I might have to take you up on taking this all abc. But not because of any sense of control. More like compele lack of."

His vocie eased into your ear, and you nodded as you tried to recollect yourself on your own as much as you were able while yoru chin rested on his shoulder. Your eyes fluttered closed as your body was turned forward to his shoulder, chin rested on his branwy skin as your hands threaded through the spottled coarse black hair around his shoudlers a he pulled you in.

"Forget them."You felt Bojakc tense, and he pulled you away from his embrace just enough for his tender quesotinign eys to meet onto your own as his tender eyes threaded agsint yorus in question, the lights of the party eased agaisnt and traced on his expression and the natural inmposisble tenderness and sadness that inhabibtied his expresison as his whtie vulnerable and emotional eyes met into yours.

"Are you sure?" His hand reached out as it caressed onto yoru wrist, his eyes dialting as they met your own while his fingertips caressed your wrists. The only thing that seemed to immeditnely cure him from the otherwise abrasive disgsut of what occupied his tired and ehtenral sporiutal eyes that were set on permanent tdisconeccted threaded as his eyes lowered down to yours, pout eased further on his features as his fingertips grazed on your wrost. "If this gets to be too much-" He paused as he breahted in. "I can try to get over it. I want to show them something, I don't know what, but something. If you don't want to be apart of that we don't have to."

"I agree with you." Your thighs began to ease on his hips, and Bojack's eyelids winced as his snout eased back as he watched you, but there was an uncertain and diginfieed and strange uncertain accetpeance there as he felt your thighs began to ease onto his body. "You shouldn't have to experience this and not have it down off as proof of everything that tried to reduce or tried to make you seemd lesser than otherwise. You're right."

"Oh." Impossible tenderness that only could have come from a heart concerned and timid and utterly human at its core inhabited Bojack's voice, and though you felt hot laden and annoyed and foggy headed and increasingly more aggravated with what surrounded you, there was an understanding that you were both saving one another's zest, no matter how small or minute, just by the focus on the other. Bojack's head eased back as he allowed his hands to be guided by your shaking ones as your finegrstips lead him to yoru wasit, his chubby palms easing onto your body while you felt the tinaimcity between your lehs ease into his again. The apologetic uncerinity that replaced that abrasive jadedness in him was replaced by something that was at least the want to be fired and determiedn as his teeth eased out into the attempt of a raise of his lip into a detrmiend glint that met on your own.

"You're my every need, anything human that I ever could have needed to feel whole. Everything is minute, a second thought, something that's nice enough but not something I need. My love for you is freedom." Your lips turned forward as they raised onto Bojack's the whsikey and liquor ease of his alcohol raising onto yours as you gave slight clusmmy husked breath as if in his own agreement as it eased onto your lips. Your skin was trembling and you felt Bojack's body tense under his chubby hide, and you loved every set out piece of him thoroughly. "Let me show you in a way that's permeant to you what that means."

"I think it's going to take me and everyonee lse here a lot mroe than one nightt o figure out what that means." His eys were hollwoed as they eased up, but you had never seen so much lfei in them as the timid apology and the impossibility of your tenderness and intimacy that came just from hearing his vocie, just from being greeted into who he was at his msot naturally fatherly and of everything otherwise that you knew he wa sso capable of in the most soppy and loveable admirable way imaginable, a contras tot eh stoic jadnedess that met him otherwise.

"I'm ok with that. I'm ok with everything, as long as it invovloes ms seeing you. Taking you in, knowing you, for everything you are; The only thing that could feel worse than that is not having you or loving you at all." Bojack's snout leaned back as his mouth oepend slightly, eyes closed as there wa sa vague wear on his face that came from a lifetime of worry and self blame and doubt. His voice rasped as it shook as he eased his head back and felt your itniamcity thread on the age of his bloated cheeks, his chubby hands graduating from yoru wrists and easing onto your hips.

"I am too. Mostly. The most alright I've eever been with the idea of anything." He pasued for a minute as he felt yoru itniamcy rocking agsitn him. You knew his wheels were turning in that emotionally intelligent and insightful way that he was so capable of excuuting in a way you foudn especially breahtaking. "I didn't even think it was possible, but I think there's a certain kind of greif that leads youtube insanity. Like there's certain losses that are so great, so prfound and so impossible to even process, much less accept, that the brain physically comes up with soome other itnerptatoon of loss. Probably would happen with someone you had by you your entire life, or whoever took care of you."

Your lips paused from where they were easing on his cheek, your rhythm lacking against his hip as you pasued by his body. Your intiamcity was firmly successfully threaded against one another but there wa sa pause as Bojack spoke, the compelling emotion in his voice giving away asotudnign humanity as he always did."

"I assume that you wouldn't know what that felt like." Your voice was eased into a narrative defeat, with that ease of guidance of emotional understandingt that came from labor of being alive.

"That's the thing. I thought I didn't. But ever since I found you, discovered you, whatever it is you want to call it, I feel like I've been introduced to a different…reality?" Another clumsy whimper of thought left his lips, and you felt the handsome sculpt of his features frown against yor cheek, and you could imagine the fitting cocnenr that inhabited his expression and sat with ease against his face that seemd meant for trouble in the most artistic peaceful manner. You lifted your head up, though for the sake of not having such a rude and abrasive interruption agaisn you kept your hips eased with rytham onto his hips as you watched him. Your eyes threaded across his expression as his eyes were distant, his eyes flooded with emotion as the muscles on his face tensed with cramped uncerinity.

"I don't know how to explain it, but it fels like mmy entire life I was living in this practiced reality. Like it was this ffake pretend idea of something of whart everyone told me it should be, and it enevr made any sense to me, but the lack of sense I had to it made evn les,s so I lsiotned to them. There was this wall of some kind of.." A somber raso left hhis lip as he spoke while it met in his depth of his eyes that turned over the hougths that tormented and roleld in his head, a rough and as graceful and somber and reflective as much as anyone had ever been, and a story in and of itself in its entirely. His hand rested on his snout, pressed on it with tension, and then flew in front of him int thought. "...denial to eveyrthing that was around me. Like I just couldn't accept it, and never would. I never wanted to. It never made any sense to me, just the idea that it was supposed to make sense, because anything esle seemd invalited for terrifying, and facing that abrsiave surreal wall that was arround me all the time felt too terrifying, so instead I hafd to take it for what it was. But now I feel like I'm here, i was entered into something that I was trying to reach but didn't udnerstand or know hwot o before, and that abrsaivse wall of denial and surrreality and of everything that was making up my understanding of reality before feels like it was shifted. Physically, literally shifted, and I don't know what to do about it, I only know that I feel it. And it's incredible, and disonrientenign, and-challening." His eys widned, and his teeth eased out in that odd graceful fashion as his vulnerable eys turend to you. "Honey, I feel like I found you but I feel like too much time has passed. Maybe it's too late to turn this into something good, to enjoy things as they are. Maybe this is the aftermath of a life of tyring to lvie without you and now-it's never going to be enough."

Your hips contuiend to ease into his, threading pelausre between your bodies as your palms reached across his was enough to plead the crowd that surroudne you with their increased lights of cameras and the wash of their enlightenment from the quick snapepd photos, and it was enough to make Bojack's words seemd as what they were; an acknolwegdment of who he was currently, who he believed himself to always be and feel, and the past thread of his philosophy of what he beleievd to always be true, and what he would never grow tired of, which wa shis dieninity that he had grown through. But your wearienss met his and through that conenctionw as there an undeniable richness as your hips contuiedn in their intnensity.

"If there's such thing as too late with the way it comes to me knowing you and sharing a life with you then this isn't what it felt like-but you know as well as i do that what hapepnd tonight wasn't just because of drugs or because of someone lsoing their midn with infatuation."

Bojack's head turend to yorus slightly, eyes turend up in extension of question as his eys flew up to yorus in panicked thought. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"I was greeviing you for a lifetime; I'm even grieving you now. I love you so deeply that it's inevitable there there's going to be pain to it; impossible to understand pain, and there is almos genuine human life. I've been rbeaking myself my entire existence loving you, even before I knew you. I probably will my entire lfie."

Bojack's eyes eased down, extended bleak grace in his expresion as his eeys eased downward to the ground as he felt your body contuine to ease against the stocky limpness of his physicality onto yorus.

"Sounds like something that the person who was meant for me for what feel like. What they would have to carry." His eyes turend up as there was an increased exhaust in his eyes as his expresioneased forward, one chubby hand rasied out into a gesture meant as an apology. "'I'm sorry."

"Whatever happened tonight, it happened because of how much you make me feel. The grief I feel over how much I lvoe you, how much I wish I could have loved you more. The beauty that you put isndie of our intneisnity and our pain."

Bojack's head turned furthe rto yours, eyes glesmed up as he met yours eyes. There was an exhaustion there as you spoke, but a sentiment of a plac where the both of you were greeted and brought to rest.

"What makes you think that? A guy jumpos off of a balcony because what-some women that I dencded to take a clearly dumb chance with decided to get laid and blown the same night because she loves him too deeply? Is that the language that we're both following down? Does that make sense to you?"

Your head titled down as it met against his snout, and he breahtd in shakily as he allowed his skin to meet against your face as your other hand reached otu and curled against his mane. Your eyes fluttered open as they gently struck out from where wthey were closed from listening to Bojack's raspy mumblings as he spoke with that clarity he carried so naturally while yoru body curled further onto the stockiness of shit body as your eyes lowered to meet his own, and despite all of his conflicted and tormented musings, his lip curved up as his vulnerable eys met into your own, watery and worn, but with that life of hope and boysihenss he ahd never faield to continue to carry. You reached out as you gently caressed yor hands up against his own face, stroking her fingers against the side of his skin that smeleld of sweat and nervosuenss and the climaz of what made up emotional conenction and the dynamic it had on his physical body of his brawny skin.

You took the itimaicty further; there was nothing lef tot do but feel and to speak the commucnaiton that only the smoothenesss of being in one another's prescecne could carry. You began to gently tickle your fingers against the side of his face, grazing her fingertips against the black splayed out choas of his mane that came from the dusgurntled night. Bojack's eyes fluttered backward as he felt the tender touch of your touches against his skin, head dipping back slightly as his lips eased into a vague tremble in the wake of your conversation that came along with your itnimaicty in the low dim light. His eyes glinted through his conflicted and depthful vision, always overlooekd for what it was, as he looked into your own messily and just as equally pained expression-just as the way that he always did whenever the both of you came into ana agreement of how to meet the other one with where they were at that came along with the impossibility of rejuvenation of conenction entirely, at yet somehow the both of you maged it as much as the messines sof human nature would allow.

"I'm sorry, too." Your eyes dimmed as your hand reached out and caressed across his cheek. Bojack's eyes widend as his expression tensed while he eased his expression onto the exhustion of your expression, but it was a gentle laden one that spoke of a conslsuoon of peac robebdb otherwise had it not been from him, and he could recingizne thast.

"For what?" His eys dimemd as his finegrs eased out to thread onto yoru wirsts. Your chin was vaguely rested onto his shoulder, a rest of gentlness and the agreement for the senitment between hips that contuiend to ease agaisnt his body.

"Thaht things are the way they are. That I can't change it, I can only love you through it-and that there's a good chance that there will never be anything that will be enough, for whatever reason it ends up being."

"You don't have to apologize for that." His vocie was somber and cracked, and profoundly emotionally spoken. Your lip curved up, and your cheek eased further onto his shoulder as it squeezed on his hand.

You loved every single moment of it-every single second of the sensation that came along with conversations ofboth words and bodies that spoke and communciated unknown, and somehow there was more answer in that thana nythig else that surroudned you or ever had. You let out her own soft whimper of desire, and Bojakc rasped into grunt that spoke of agreement as he eased his body further rotno your hips, the sound showing off his age but aslot he somber sound that came along with the weariness of the world. His hips thrused up as there was pleaudre that struck through your body, and your body was paralyzed as you felt the sensation guide through your body for a lighting of a moment.

"I guess there's one way I can try to be someone to greet you the way you deserve. With this kind of energy, I mena." Bojack's voice eeas quielty amused as you felt the pleasure go through you; as lazy and as much as Bojakc was unpreporoticated at times in the way you touched him, preferring the peace and the sensatiion of being touched, there was a certain lightning that went through you at his repceoticiaiton. He chcukeld,lightly, still with that apology, and that caused your eyes to turn up to ease into the commucnton that there was no need. You couldn't help but smile even in midst of the piercing heat as you felt something that was nothing less than the complete and absolute pinnacle of human contentment, not despite but because of all that surorudned you in the chaos that had allowed you, in its own odd and twisted wya, to find oen another, as all things good in life did that came after or along with bad.

"You already do. You always did."

"Yeah. Burden wise, maybe."

"You don't have eto tlak like some preemptive broken speaker just because that's what you'r used to being."

"It's niot jsut me. Or how I feek about me. I hated most people I emt before. Id din't even beelive in a conenction. The same way I feel about all these empty, stumblign people around us now. If I'm trying to love you and make that feel like something that's piercing out of all of that, its because I'm doing it for me too, honey."

You paused as you heard the fight that was in his edged voice, as full of his own fight as much as it was his conflicted and the exhaustion that made up wwhatever way his own odd words came from, but you read the codes of them, regardless of whether he even knew what was benign written or not. You dressed yourself further up against his own flesh and body, allowing your fingers to dig up against his love handles while your hands amde love to his plush hips as musch as your body did against the curve of hiss tomatch that rested over his private part, taking a significant and satisfying handful of his flesh between your palm as you easd yourself up against his intimacy, feeling the warmth and the saftication in more than one way as you felt the striking eas eof warmth of being in him and aa part of one body thread anf flow through you. He let his own sharp breahtt hat suggested an impact of sensation as he allowed his ball of a body to fall and into your lap, throwing himself onto your now entirely as he pressed his own fingers hungrily up agains your hair, sweat ladn and full of a smooch detached dissaciton of panic and of chaos as much as the splayed out threads of his own mane did, the other pair resting behind your ears as he started to responded to your thrusitng, a groiundign concentration and rhythm of focus between the both of you as he now accepted the doubt and pain as reality, rather thans omehting to be avoided. Your body shuddered a syou were eased forward onto the curve of hiss kin as your lisps trembled over to his ears while your body was pulled forward by his experience of intimacy of body, though it showed how little the emotional conenciton had been with anyone he ahd ever come into contact with.

"Just know that no matter what headspace you're put into, the bad, unrelenting, narratives that makes life and people and existence feel like it's a forced abrsiave unrelenting lack of escpae; remember that the human mind is flawed, as is its prepcetoion, and thee dosen't have to be truth in your suffering." Your lips were temapirly paused as you cheek rested against his chek, feeling the full unrelenting compact richnes sof your bodies agains one another, full lsot in the moment and incpabale of perceiving anything around you or of time or the passing of how it would lead the moment to forgettable and irrelevant quiet as everything did; none of that felt reka or mattered in the wake of the demandinding warmth and guidance that you gave one another as with another whisper tha t easd your lips and onto his chest; "And I love you, anyway."

There was a rasped shudder that came from Bojack's lip, and his chubby palms eased further otnot he back of your head as he trid to take as much invivate as much a he could, or rather as much as he believed himselfthat he could, your lvoe a simpact and as all reosoudning to oen another as much as it wa small to the world, but both of those things were to your ultimate advantage when ti came down to it. As his chubby hips eased against your body and his hands eaed against the back of your head while his shaken breath rasped, he spoke back in his ssomber voice compelling and with a strange inhabited reflective truth in it that caused you to be overcome everytime; "I love you anyway, too."

His broken breath that suggested the struggle he had at easing his body onto yours continued as he pressed his lips against your cheek now, his snout eased into a shape of his grace and of the natural charmaid that came along woith his manenrisms as he turned his head and eaed your iniamcity between your bodies with a kiss agaisnt your cheek. His snout gently spoiled and massage against you skin now, and the emotional wall of fog between the both of you was raining up as it sepratred you from the rest of the crowd. He was in one of those rare situations right now whee he was more so responsive rather than the submissive-a rare thing for himt o be, who wa sso content with being timidn and with being the taker rather than the receiver. He was incredibly at your mercy in that moment, as the both of you always where, but there were levels to where the both of you met one another with where you were at and the level of itnnesinty of that of which it entaield, and right now it was bodsies against bodies in the ehat of trying to extract Bojack's inseciurty and the clumsy and muddled way he had tried to come to terms with an idea as to how to get rid of the unrelenting pain of his own extensive weight that came along wtth shame of existence, and you were there to helo him without judgemet ot baggage, bur rather as either the carrier of it or someone who even lessned it, and impossible thing for him to believe and even less fro him to follow or hope in; and yet his every clumsy breath against your lip and his stout fingers easing against the back of your head as his hips respodned dto yorus with more energy and confident han he ddi even in the private heaven of you beedshets spoke everything it needed to.

He breathed deep, a raspy sigh against your face as the clumsy and endearing nosies of his tone eased against your face, pausing for moment in the inaimcity of your lips and hips that had overtaken the precepieved superiilait otherwise. His eyes eased up as the turned ot the crowd. Your pressed another thrust into his hips, and his eys widened a sthe vulebrabiltiy of his expression flciekd back to yur own, eyes dimmed and lowered ad his hands squeezed on your palm as the doubt eased across his expression.

"Don't go somewhere where I can't eae you out, baby." Your fingertips squeezed against the hot flashes and ease of sweat of his skin on yours. "At leas tlet me come with you so we can try to accept it together, whatever it is." Your fingertips reached out as it caressed Bojack's cheek, and as his fragile eyes wincd while he rested his cheek against your hand while he looked forward with a lost glint in his eyes, you found yourself following him ith both the peace that came with it, as wel as the wnated troueblement. "That's the only thing that lessnes any suffering at the end of the day,a nd all you need-the rewirign of how you respond to it. Even the most profound losses aren;'t complicated when you simplify just as easy our natures are."

"It's just-" He paused as his voice broke off with a vague clumsy sound, his hands tense as they eased on yours. "Do you think it's true, what you said, about us affecting the people who were hre earlier? Would that happen with any of thes epeople?"

Your face was tense with compact worry, but you tried to keep your tone as light as you were able as you spoke; "Depends on what you mean by the outcome for me to give me your answer. Would it be a good or bad thing if it did affect them?"

Bojack's eyes were dimmed as his expression eased over the crowd. His expression was low and heavy, and you felt the radiation of his nervousness easing down into acceptance as the heaviness of his eyes guided onto your palms, allowing your body to ease against the curve of his stomach as you gave the rhythm of your intimacy between hips.

"If anything that woman said is true, that means that whatever it is what happens tonight, that would mean that whatever it is that we;re doing, it's not something that can be consisted as a good thing. The same way that it is every time. Right?"

"It dosen't have to be our concern."

"Is that how you respond to something like that?" Bojack's body eased back into a vague fight as his eyes hardened while looking into yours, muscles on his face easing downward as his expression tensed. "As long as its not our concern it dosen't matter what we do or how it affects them?"

"Why do you care?" Your voice trembled, and Bojack's eyes dilated as they eased in his conflciton as he breathed shakily. His palm rested on his forehead as he turned forward, eyes squinted as his ears splayed.

"I don't know. Because it would be weird to not if there was even the slightest truth to any of it. Wouldn't there be? If there's even the slightest chance tha what happened to brad tonight and his girlfriend could happen to us, for whatever reason, to any of us tonight, wouldn't that be something we should think about at least?" A clumsy whimper breath left his lip as he turned his conflicted eyes eased downward, the treamoring on expression twitching as he eased his eyes downward. "It's weird to not think about that."

His conflicted eyes raised up to yours, winced in his insecurity. His hand kept rested on his snout as he watched you with his desperation for you to follow into the emotional hole he was digging himself into. You breathed in, hands reaching out to his own palm that restde on his snout as your fingertips eased onto the spaces of his hand. His treamoring wet eyes eased down to yours, expression pouted into his graceful exhaust of worry as his eyes eased down to your hands as you squeezed them.

"I'm surprised you would even think twice about something someone like that would say."

His eyes eased down, puffiness of his drunken exhaustion increasing as he turned his eyes downward. "She seemd the most confident thana nyone I've heard speak in a long time. More so than-" He raised his arm upward to the rest of the crowd. There were still more trashy shouts and screams that you knew were all directed at you, but yout kept you focus eased on Bojack as the heaviness of his eyelids turned back down to where your body was eased against the curves of his skin.

"I know."

Bojakc's eyes wincd as he watched you. "So what do you think? Are you ok with just risking it and seeing what happens?"

"I think we're both drunk. And I think she was too. And there's plenty of people around here with an extensive amount of mental issues, the same as Brad. and his girlfriend, and anyone else."

Bojack's eys were heavy as the pupils of his expression eased into yours. "Yes. But that dosen't mean she seemed more reassured than anyone I ever talk to sober."

"I think that you cna allow yourself to be miserable anf worried."

"Not miserable." He lifted up a fingertip as he eased his palm away from your palm, definitely lighting it up as it rested and caressed against your fingertip. "Just disturbed. And you never know where she would be coming from anyway or what she meant by anything. She could have been referring to some weird prank that she's coming otu with later with her friends-"

"She dosen't seem like the kind of person who had a lot of friends."

Bojack's eyes lwoered as his body swayed in front of yours. "And I don't seem like the kind of guy that would have a wife. And yet." He raised his hand upward in a gesture, his palm grazed onto yours as he ddidn't take the spaces of his fingertips away from your hands, but still raised up his hands in the same exasperation as he indicated his hands upward. You nodded a syou turned your head down, focusing on the grounding phsucial rhythm of your bodies agaisnt one another as your torso curved into the curve of his stomach.

"Alright." Your head turned up, eyes more somber in the heart off their emotion now as they reached up into Bojack's eyes, who's emotions lowered into a somber insight as his eyes ease dinto yours. "You're right. But we can decide how we clear our heads and what truth we decide to focus on. I think what you wanted to get out of this tonight is more important than anything else, no matter what that looks like-and we can decide what we focus on and believe in tonight and what controls us and how we decide to dress up what's happening around us."

His eyes were lost in his precious vulnerability anf uncerinity that cause yourself to find your own grounding as it met into his expression. Your hands readjusted as you pressed yourself further into the ease of his, admdittley being something that was of physical and emotional isoaltion, but in it was there a defeat and a leeting go of the chaos of the world and of that of which surrounde you in the complacent superficiality of what surorunde you as Bojack's eyes winced in his pathetic precious fragility, but underneath his expression and what came out as a bittersweet permission to the extended dark that was in his expression otherwise that came from the defeat of disconnect aorud hiim was the sweetness of focusing on what was true and in front of him, whether for better or worse. In the past focusing on the inevitbel sweetness of focusing on truth had been a weapon to him; although there was anatural freshness to focusing on the truth, for Bojakc there had only been pain waiting on the other end of it.

But there was a gradual peace that entered his eyes among the insanity as his eyes eased down onto your expression, palms readjusting as he began to feel the richness that came along with the truth of how you loved him despite evry way of which you saw him, or at least how he expected you would.

"Let everyone be stresse and caught up in their narratives of everyone else and existence and what makes their life. We don't have to be dunk down with them."

Bojack's eased down in his reflective melchlony, but there wa s reset in the softess of the emotion of his expression that took you to something fassr understood as something as human. He breathed in deep, his body resetting as he restarrted his body as he eased his body upward, his dry and hesitant eyes meeting in front of yours as they turned up and met into yorus own wet and edged eyes of the chaos meeting into his.

"Ok." His hips brushed further onto your hips, and you felt your own body jolt as he eased himself further in between your legs. Your eyes widned as your body jjolted as you were brought further and forward towards his embrace aas you saw Bojakc come back to his own teasing with a vauge satificaiton as hsi eyebrows eased downward, his hand reaching out and threading on the curve of your middle back as he pulled you inward as hsi eyes eased onto your body. You felt the edge of your body ease onto an edge of a bruning flush of red from the itnimaicty and adoration that came over you; as much as Bojakc had an air about him that begged to be carried for in an old fashioned and tired fragile way, there was pelntly of attraction from your end of what seemd like inimtacy of an imrpesive stature that came to your attraction to Bojack could ease by his own thread of attempt when he wanted to. Your feet tripped over themsleevs a syouw ere brought up to his chest. Your fingertips meeting onto the unique mold of his chest as your fingertips easd onto the curls of his blakc coarse hair while your fingertips eased against the small details of what made up his minute intimaicty. "It's not our problem unless we try to make it or believe it is, right?"

Your fingertips eased onto the modl of his chubby shoulders and the curve of his chest as it crossed his chest and shoulders that eased across the mold of his skin and body. Your eyes frantically flciekred as you eaed your hands from his chest and onto the mold of his shoulders, feeling the film of sweat from human itniamcity between you as you felt Bojakc, admittelly flawed ands clumsy, ease against your hips.

"Did I say that?"

"Something around those lines." Bojack's voice was matte rof fact as h spoke, blunt and to the point as his eyes eased down against your body. "There's enough at this point that I think I'm just pulling them out at moments of convenient for the sake of the fake idea of sanity or of the tools of whatever it is what you want to call to them through these kind of scenarios"

Your lip curled up, but in an exhausted but agreeable fashion. The lights increased but Bojack's response to them had started to lessen; instead his hands and the focus of his arms and his torso were on the energy of keeping himself in ryttham of your bodies agisant one another.

"Sex is a joke. Was a joke." Bojack's voice threased against your ear. You turned your head up to meet him where his breath was easing out of his lip as it grazed against your cheek.

"Is it now?"

"You tell me. I;ve lost count at this point that it felt like something that made sense repsodning to the rest of the world, something htat felt like it fit trying to come to terms with what surroudned you, rather than an excuse of trying to avoid everything with something with as much lack of depth as much as everything else that you're trying to escape from to begin with."

His hips and the movements of his body, gentle and concentrated and very much lost in the momet, and you feelings towards him of yoru profound compelling draw towards him because of the heaviness of his existence and the incessant challenge of it, rather than of anything that would have chrapend it but only made it more full of depth, eased your question into an answer that was being spoken through your bodies. He was taking more elad than he suually was, but you knew that it was more from the context of conversation than it was anything else; his own idea of trying to keep himself gorunded from the otherwise fleeting anxiety of lack of mercy that was following him that came form other people's hamemd narratives otherwise. You knew he was overthinking about what the woman had spoke, and whether he believe it or not, it was the sneitment of what she had left behind that was causing himt o focus with his chubby hips and stout legs to ease against your body as your priviates contuiend to ease into their heat of intiniamcy and his sout fingertips gripping onto your skin as the pads of his hands eased agissn the slick sweast of your hair, plastered on your back and gently htreaded from his fingertips as you felt the details of hiss notu and cofnlcite,d graceful and uncertain expression ease inward and outward from tensiona against your shoulder.

"Stay in the rhythm with me. It looks like they're eating it up."

Your breath hitch,d temrpailry itnerrupted from the foggy heaven that eased into you whenever you felt and heard Bojack's body and the grace of his tone that semed made to itnertwine agsisnt what was otherwise the extent of hollowig unceirnity of deep inevitable emotion with nowhere to land otherwise. Your lips turned as they eased against Bojack's ear.

"Is that what this is? Eating it up?"

His mcules tensed, and you knew you were making him tense with guilt, btu Bojack relazaed just as quickly as yo u spoke the same lnagauges to make the other relax, the same way as you both had always been able in a way that seemd impossible in other relationships before in the spfeici way you could regorund one another, no matter the naegative narrative or disbeleif otherwise.

"It's something I want to do because it's more than anything else Ive ever tried. That's my explanation to that question." You felt his head turn up and you imagiend his timid and preciously wretched eyes as the underpart of his eyes eased up itnot hat puffy and apologetic expression that made his pathetic grace, the most compelling combination of existence and the msot rich, and the only one felt it was for you. "The more we do this the more it will feel like a reality. That's what I know. That's what I want to cling onto. Otherwise-" His breathed hitched, and youclosed your eyes as you allowed his hips to continue to find their relief to ease onto your hips as his snout raised onto you shoulder, his breath shakily guided into his cocnlsuoon. "I'm sure you've already read anything I could come to try and tell you."

"Thins are pretty simple. Existence is simple. It dosen't have to be, we don't have to be, anything other than what makes sense to anyone who sees things as they are. As they should be."

A slight ironic hcukle from Bojakc, low rasped and laden in reflection as he spoke it.

"Right. Until you get yourself so caught up in the complications of trying to find anything that makes sense that you stop trying to think that's a possibility for you."

His movement gave away his intnesinty of deseprasiton of how much he was tryingto have control in the situation. The guidning way of his thick arms as they rested against the cruves of your body, leading you into your own mission and heaven just by virtue of feeling his plush body and the specific hue of his air as you felet his snout rest on your shoulder while his body eased against yours in that specific narrative of iniamity spoken only for your gorudnign anf too powerful to deny for yourselves. It was something that was rare for his usual kac of genuine confidence and leadership that usually followed his stumblign and wayward, handsome and charmatsic and experienced but ultimately clumsy stepped in the ways that counted at his core towards everything of what he did in regard to being known and inaicmity that made his imposisbly poetric and beautofuil profound alluring voice and the unpreditacbiltiy of his compelling and tender action of his tormented disposition and heart something even more than a grounding of immediate purpose and of your own grounding profound humanity just from taking it in. More often than not, you had been the one praying and begging for his touches in bed; not in the sense that Bojack was hestitiant or uwnanting to give them to you, but there had been physical weights eased against his fingertips whenever he had leid down at night, sometimes with the adorability that came along with his laziness of his exhaustion from fights that could only be understood by people with the same heavy headsapces, sometimes from the unforgiivng extension of his unceirnity or his feeling of lack of deserving to ease and to have command over you, even though your own trembling body and sweat laden skin and your hungry eyes and lips speaking of an overpwoerign human compact emotion that came from being so close was communicated through every interwoven guide of your existence.

But, true to Bojack's own hungry and gentle fashion, he was the one begging for her tonight; the begging for him to be able to ask for something and to have the forefront of him taking the lead in front of him and of everyhignt hat surrounded him, to have the comfort of your hand leading him while also allowing himt o take the first steps, as if he had the power of being able to do so in the middle of his otherwise conflicted chaotic uncineity that somehow planted such clarity in your own mind.

After all, he craved the tenderness of a love of a partner perhaps more than he did even the ego of the flashes of the camera of the amused people surrounding him, more than the nosie or the want of whatever he cosndiered repuuation and to have the narratives of that of which followd him as much as soemthing to measure as his idea, followed and spoiled by the other people, as what was the idea of grounded worth. But there was a heavy conflcition toBojack even as you gave him that permission; you would be his stung up trophy for as long as he wanted it, for as long as it sevred him, and you felt your own fulfillment guiding over you even as you felt the specific muse of genre that was Bojack's existence and the feelings he eased out of you as his rasped breath guided across your skin, as he let out his own pathetic whimpers ans the broken breaht thcta came from someone who and soent a lifetime genuinely tyring to find peace ina lief that had been dressed up as one meant to be alone. To Bojakc, you had come form a forgien world of unknowns of what made up a life before him that was forgein as much as it was refreshing, and to you, Bojack was your grounding specific genre of a person that told just the right sotry of perspective with its agreement of the feeling it sprung along with him that it took you away to a grounding sense of fulfilling peace that made any circumstance not only tolerable, but even worth living through for as long as the energy of his existence and loving him followed.

He allowed you lips to service even further against his own spottled patches where his fingertips had either erratically srctahced in the middle of a drug indcued epsiode or form whatevr aggrevation was bothering him previously in what could be his pure hearted and toruebldd manic energy. as they spoiled the side of the red skin. He allowed both palms to caress and grip the side of her head with a certain tender and passionate concentration; although it didn't last long-before he knew it did his lips press back up against her again, with his tongue darting out in between them as they danced and challenged one another, and just as quickly did his hands fall.

"How are they now?" Your shakily breathed question was spoke out from the ease of your lips as your breath threaded across his cheek. Bojakc chuckled as his voice rasped as he turned his head down on your shoulder.

"Amsued If there's any genuine game tonight from what we're doing here, we;re doing enough. The question is aout tomorrow morning when the real world comes back.."

You were vaguely ware of the sounds that seem to suggest even more screams and enocurgemtn that was coming between the both of you and your rocking bodies. Yo heard Bojakc give a nervous chuckle that you knew was his own brand of playing along with the crowd ans far from the specific face he shoed you every night, emotionally and otherwise. Your neck eased up as your hands pressed away from his arms while Bojack eased only slightly the spaces between your bodies as his ears were splayed back The combination of the natural emotionally intelligence of his eyes and the modled plush of his body were at an odds of combinations, and both of them equally comeplling. Without his eys turning back to your expression; his eyes were dialting over to the crowd every now and then and they seemd to have the majority of his attention, but the tender wash over his face came over him as he leaned forward and with a clumsy but ualitmely well executed and experience enough and currently authentic mumble did he press his lips onto yours. Your neck turned back, and your hands eased further onto his psalm as they pressed into a sofntes of his hand while your fingertips pressed onto the skin of his palms in agreement that spoke the same lnaaghuge as his inaimcity.

There was a conenction in that moment that took you away from the bagage of being concerned about anything else besides what immeendtly occurred between the both of you; when you were as content as individuals as much as you were when you were at the pinnacle of emotional and spirutal energy as much as you were now, all else began to ease away into an irrelevant and inferior complex of something not worth benign btohered about. There was now a gentle and soft dance between the both of your lips, Bojack's at ease into a gentle pressing onto yours as his intimacy gduied across your mouth in something that was clumsy and awkward, distracted, but ultimately had a soothing and humble chamring caress of promise to it that you repsonde dto with your own lips easing against his own eagerly. Your hand reached out as it pressed onto the age of his cheek, inaimcity of mouths easing onto his snotu as annoycne and inseucirty and unfogiriving chaos of others and the min the same and the fricitons that sparked between them tmprialry fell away into irrelevant that came along with the love and focus you had for one another that came wotht he soothing focus on what was meant to be exsitenc and humanity.

"Get ot the side. You'll be able to see more of the junk and good stuff between them."

There was a heated breath of concentration from Boajck as you felt his breath gruff against your lip, head tilted to the side as he kept his arms across your torso. Despite the contuiend sounds of the people that was breaking through that foggy wall of what made up truth and humanity in the middle of the chaos of what ws only levred from everyone else that was either from denial or disocnenction, Bojakc only seemed increasingly more concentrated on trying to keep the conenction between the both of you, and as you felt his body clumsily raising against your hips and the focus of his wamrht mouth onto yours a shis head title dto the side, you knew what he mean about wanting to show off what he had and what it meant to him; that he was showing off that of which seemd like it was dressing him up into a new reality, and the want to execute it offf to eveyronee that, although still having the same narrative for the tie being, had never seen him dressed in the specific way he was now as he kept his inaimcty pressed on yours rather than his susla jade dmelchcolny of what he was used to being perceived as otherwise.

His breath was borken for a moment as he heard the mumbling of two mne ebside him that were piercing through the wall of fog and focus between the two of you. There was a cage there, but a welcome one, though you felt the illusion being broken from the occasional vivid ease of the men as they talked between one another vividly enough that ti broken through the wall of broken fog of itimacty between you whhile you felt the muscles on his face tense for an aburplt adn exhausted moment that seemd in and of itslef exhausted from human mockery and the exiwtence of what made it in general.

"Don't. Stay here." Your ahdn reached up as it eased agsisnt his cheek, and Bojakc husked into a rasp as he turned his head back down and his hard eys eased back down otno yours. "We have the freedom to be whatevr we want in whatevr way we need."

The beauty of Bojack'x expression was one that came from nothing less than an odd human innonce, and one you knew you would have been attracted to regardless of whatevr space in yoru lifee you had been, so naturally attractive and inhriently human was that of which made up his emotions now. "Like children."

Your eyes met his a she looked a you with his sismplistc hope that made up something timleess, not for the worldy sueprficiality but ceritnly for his own and for how it spoke to you. There was a rare warmth that was robebd from so many and in your ownw ay, yorusleves, but in that moment was there only the agreement of the dynamic between you both.

"Like whatever way that we want to be. Let them be what they are, they will be anyay. Let the women be as she is." Your hand reached out as it guided onto Bojack's neck, pulling him inward, and eh clsod his own worn and puffy eyes right as he closed them before the thread of the flashing lights eased into his expression as he turned his head forward, pressing his lips onto your own, alhcocl ridden and humble and clumsy and gentle.

"There's more pain in this world than there ever will be relief. I feel it every day. Everyone day. In and of itself that's enough of a reason for it to be impossible to have hope. I feel that eveyr day. She was right about that." Bojack's voice cracked as it comberly eased on yours, though he kept his eyes closed a shsi snotu rested and curved against the spaces of your face as you kept your own face curved on his snout. He turned his head forward, snotu eased on yours. "I bet you anything msot of thes people are far from human but I bet even mroe are that way not by chocie but because the world absued them to the point where they felt liek trashy culture of being whatevr glomped on sociopathic trash they could be was the only thing that made snse. The funnies tpart is the they think there's rules to lfie enough that they think it'll get them anywhere. Tehy're just playing into this because they convinced themselves it was the only way."

"And you?" Your breath eased against his skin as your fingertips caressed and grasped by his arms. He turned his head to the side as his cheek rested on the top of your head.

"Ive been playing it longer than anyone here. That's the reason why I can recoingzine it. Eveyr flawed phsiliophy I what every day, every time I hear something that anyone says-it's all just a failure of whatev rthey can't see. I know because I did it the worst."

Your bodies contuiend tin their rytham as you turned your head to the side of the curve of his neck, easing your lips aghhsitn his branwy skin as fingertips met his shoulders. Your bodis were in a rhythm of inaimcity as it was the smoothest thread of itniamciy Bojack had ever come to know and you the most rich yo had ever come to execute, the response of your hips onto his plush stomach as much as commucnaion as much as any words were. With every spine relfective in his ancient ease of his somber tone was your body lnaaguge becoming more responsive, your hands gripping into his mane, throwing yourself into the deistr to tastey for one another in this moment that was allowing the indulgence for you to do so in the richness of Bojack's reflection, insecurity, richness, and of evrything else that made up the compelling nature of his comepclity that had draw you in from th start.. Everything else melted away-including the sound of the nearby men's own satsifted laughing and cakcling as their words threaded into the air while their philisophies of their lack of cae of anything but their cotnent from another source of something they were more like likely incapable of understanding tripping and falling over through their trmeblign hands that were eased onto their phones, no doubt already having drunk more shots than Bojack would have liked had he had any dyeing in the diginfed of anyone in that room, though on the surface it seem as if he only encouraged it. He knew people always took advantage of whatever free products they got, after all; and in his own way was that Bojakc's one allibu to what he thought would have him the stumaltion of control when it came to other people, or the execution of

You turned your head beside Bojack's chest as your cheek eased against his own branwy skin while his awkward small model chest repsodne dto your body while he turne dhi snout upward as his head rested on top of your head, turning his expression upward as he let out his own striking gasps through the feeling of the inaicmity of your bodies. You felt yoruself almos smirking at the messiness of the situation a syou turned your head and caught sight of some of the men with their iPhones and the people crowidning behind them. Bojack's own dilated eyes of his own detached insanity that had come from the flashing white that surrounded him from every which stimulation reflected against his eys and they were hautnign enough that they reflected in his expression; there wa s a hautnign look in his eys, and you felt it as you turned and looked over at the blurriness of the people surorunding you with their curved up mouths and their amusmer that came from people that were prones to the aimlesness of time passing, rather than victims of it. it had the messiness of Bojack Horseman written all over it, andin its own twisted mehcoliny of emptiness of hat dressed up the bittersweet ease of the choas of disconnect from the party that started from wayward intentions of wanting to do good for himself and for you, that was what made it something that burned into the back of your mindset as something that would speak with a permena tnarrative of bittersweetness of that compact humanity only Bojack';s indecesivrness was capable of giving you. There was the sounds of cups being theown and shirts being ripepd from hands that were no doubt lost in their own mundane insanity that wa smithing remarkable as it had been for Brad; and you knew Bojack's intimaicty for you now was one of survival and abrasive denial than it was someone who was tryingt o enoy it. There was be a dreads a haunting look in his eyes for a long tiem after tonight.

The nosies and the sounds of choas upstairs and well as below increase,d but you could hardly bring yoruself to draw attention to that anymore as it was; it was what it wa,s and it had very ylittle if any to do with you or what imemditley cocnenred you. You would much rather focus on the man that was currently withering underneath your touch, hiis prescece both oneof an emotional gudidnce while also offeringh his desperation of how his every trembling movement asked you for peace. Your eys flashed with blidness as another camera flash caught your vision before you could stop it, and you blinekd rapidly as you brought your cheek back to Bojack's chest as your face eased agsitn his own skin as your eys closed while a shaky breath left your lips Bojakc let out a rasped sophicated breath as s you felt the curve of his sotmtach ease on your body, and you focused on the inaicmity of that; you became physcially allured more than you knew what to do with when it came to these meoitonally compact moment sof pinnacle natures that, as painful a sit wa,s was the full extent tof being alive, and your love and allure for him overcame you more than she even knew what to do with.

"You didn't do anything worse." Bojack's gruff laughter eased against your face as his snout eased forward, whiskey breath lathering on the edge of your cheek as his lips eased against your face.

"Tell that to everything where, everything that's ever been-this entire night."

Your eyes closed and you gave a bitter breath; one that allowed him to speak his melancholy of what you knew he carried where the only answer was the inner personal disgruntled impairment. You felt his rapsy gruff voice eased against your shoulder as he turned his head up and over to the rest of the flooding of the camera lights. You almost wished that you didn't know him so well that you could imagine the dilation of his eyes and the pain that came along with the roll of the night and the erratic desperately laden decisions he had made in the name of the desperation of attempting to find peace in a life that was bent on denying him it; no matter what efforts had been executed..

"If that was true, I wouldn't be here with you tonight. We wouldn't have had that night at the cabin."

Bojakc tensed, his stomach rolling against your hips as his plush body eased against yours.

"I know." There was a strain to his voice, but a shaken edge that came only with the acceptance he was feeling, despite whatever pain came along with it. "I know that."

"Then believe in it."

You felt him tense as his muscles eased against your body, the stout plushness of his form hestianting against your rhythms of the waves that were eased between hips and body. You felt him turn his head to the side as your lisp grazed on his snout, face easing against your expression as you felt hsi worried and dilated empty eyes turn to you for the answer of whatever minute comfort could be granted.

"Is it possible-"

He paused as you heard the gruff of his voice ease out of his gruff voice, and you felt the curving of the natural nature of his remarkable sophistication ease against your face as you turned your head to the side to allow Bojack's conflicted demeanor to ease against your cheek. "That after everything that happened tonight, that it wouldn't be a good thing for us to feel that intensity?"

You raised your eyes up and over to the large high hanging ceiling that made up the reflection of the changing lights of the party neon ease that was changing in their dark reflective color. You felt Bojack ease into a tense pause from the whiskey laden question as it had eased out of his breath.

"There's a remarkabaility to you. A freshness; everything else in existence feels like it's ocersaturated, overdone, disconnected and lonely or done so much to the point where there is none."

"Not my point." His voice was straightforward, guided into a strictness as you felt your chin ease down and onto his shoulder. His voice was low and somber as his tonw ease against your cheek, that natural emotional dignity that he carried with him grounding you in its odd intimation. "And you know that. You can go on as many philosophy induced rants as much as you'd like. We both know what I mean. We both know what feels good and feels alive and compact and real and what that dead defeated enegry feel like." His snout eased knot your shoulder, lip caressing against your skin as you curved your body into an ease against his plush body. "I f forced myself to try and feel good enough to listen to my intuition, to trust it, even though it wnet against all logic and technaloility, and you did, too."

"And look where it got us." Your voice was gently, almost shyly, enocuagriing. Bojakc eased his hand further on your back as he caressed you and pulled you in further to his clumsy air, partially from hsi need for your strength and parly for his need to feel that grounding sense of known love as he associated with you, and the abrasive hope that that would never change or become anything that was robebd or had itself changed or was eased away into something where he felt a changing numb or indifference; the version he was now in his psychological state was the one that felt the most rich than any other he had ever endureced or felt, and the narrative of the emptiness that followed him previously and the emptiness in himself was thrown and revealed as a lie, and in its place was humanity, welcoming life forming understanding and richness of peace.

"And look what happened tonight."

There was a checkmate mentality with the way Bojack was speaking, and you breathed in deep. Bojack's hand only cintuiend to ease against your bare back, the feeling of the fil of sweat on your skin greeting onto his palm.

"We don't need to do this. We don't need to succumb to emptiness or loneliness or cycisms or disocnnect just because others have. We're not others, and we won't be if we come to adapt and try to find a way avoiding that makes sense to us. It dosen't have to be difficult."

"Ok. Alright. I'll keep that in mind-the lack of difficutly. Everything I've felt these past few decades must have been me tripping over something only made up by me."

"Bojack-what I mean to say is that just because others succumb to emptiness, madness, lostness-that's not a fact of the way that things are. Especially if everyone tries to make it out like it has to be. But there's no rules to human psychology. There shouldn't be-and there isn't." You turned your head to the side of Bojack's cheek as you felt his branwy skin ease across your expression. "I know it feels like its face just because it's experienced."

"That's not it." Bojack's voice was defensiveness, earnest, and most notable exhausted. "It's always been inside me. Seeing it in others just confirms that it's not just me." He paused as he breathed on your shoulder. "I almost wish it was."

"But you don't need to believe in other people's pain and take it for yourself. Just because you feel it, and others feel it, dosen't mean that there's any truth in it. There's no truth in human psychology in general, and once you realize that you can truly be free."

"That's the reason why that guy's bones are permanently crushed under my balcony tonight, right? Is that not real?"

There was an edge of abrasive insult to Bojack;s voice, and somehow the need for him to be so was executed even further from the way his rasped lip eased across your skin. He felt you tense under his rasped breath as he eased the words against your skin, and you felt him tense in kind as he eased his snout down on your shoulder again, giving it a minute whisper of a caress of his own branwy lips; no doubt as much as he could maange in the minute guide of his complicated inner turmoil.

"I'm sorry." His voice was latherd, heavy, in depth as his mouthe ased on your shoulder; earnest but reflective on what he meant. "I know what you were trying to say."

"It's your experience. But I know you've made it more painful for yourself."

"That obvious?"

"Just from the way you refused to marry me; yes. From the way you talk, even more so." Bojack breathed ou a rasp of exhaust, and you turned your head as you eased your lips onto the side of his cheek. "And I love you. You are my belief through and thorough; and when it comes down to it all, we both know that's all that matters."

"Except for when it comes to throwing yourself off a balcony."

You paused as you heard the tint of Bojack's incessant frustration. You turned your head up, guidjing back up against the reflective light as your chin rested on his brawny shoulder.

"What happened tonight was wild."

"That is the mild way of putting it."

"But that was the point, wasn't it?"

There was a conflicted breath that eased out of Bojack's lip; and then with a raise of his mouth as he pressed himself separately from your shoulder did you see the full and fully laden dry pain and drunken exhustion of his heavy baggy eyes.

"Ending in pain and unpredictable death and truama. Sounds like the Bojack way of having fun for a night. Totally." He raised up a hand as it eased out of the spaces of your fingertips, waving it in a drunken fashion and a sway of his hand. "And I mean that. Not in some weird twisted teenage irony bullshit genre."

You paused as your eyes gazed into his own. In there, in his own way of inspiring the most rich life outside of you, did you come to an emotional understanidng just by the vitrue of happiness, peace and life he gave you just by looking into his eyes.

"Sweetheart-" You paused as you heard another loud voice threading from the trashy wall of the people who were screaming from the joslting of the crowd. The white light continued from the cameras, butt he emotional thick wall between the both of you kept as strong as much as it had ever been as you breatehd in, turning your eyes back up to Bojack, his expression impossnly worn and sickly looking in that drawn in natural human exhausted fashion, eyes ghoulsih and blackened with his exhsution and pain as he swayed, mane dissuade out into chaos as his emoty but icnessantly rich eyes; as it were with pure souls who suffered outside of their control, laid their attention onto yours aas you eased your expression up to meet his. "if I've come to learn and know anything from loving you, it's that existence will take care of you."

The bottom of one of Bojack's eyes winced. A dry mockery laced into his almond depthful eyes.

"Makes sense. Must be the reason why so many people struggle their whole lives or try to commit suicide."

"In an…odd emotional justified way. Maybe it's not always seen or felt or reconzgined, or even ever recongizned at all, but no matter how miserable or hopeless we feel we all survive for a reason."

Bojack's ears splayed to the side.

"Do we?"

Your fingertips caressed on his hand. "We're not meant to stay alive if our needs aren't being meant, it's not natural. We'll inevitably shut down to protect ourselves from suffering in some way. If we're with loved ones and if things feel as they're meant to be, we'll feel ourselves good, we'll feel how we're taken cared of. When things aren't as they're meant to be and we're not with our loved ones, we'll feel that just as terribly whether we want to or not, and we may act or either heal over time to try and match or make deal with the pain. Our nature takes care of us as we are, exactly down to our nature, whether we try to put in the effort of doing so or not.

Bojack's eyes dialed between yours. There wa sa new sense of emptiness and indifference a shis eyes turned back p to the crowd, empty in that way that drew you in and would continue to do so until the day you came to rest; and though not the answer to relief of being human, ceritnly the only sanity you ever needed in the middle of constant changing life.

"Well." His shoulder slowered as his eyes rushed over your body, expression easing into distance as his eyes threaded across yours in a way that was almost intiamting for the amount of emptiness in his eyes. "That would explain why tonight ended with two people unable to 'put in the effort.'"

"It's a freedom. It's a sign that as beinsg we're inheirntly free in ourselves and our naures, which is bent on taking care of us emotionally, even if we don't understand or see it on the way. And you're my contentment; you're my moment in my instinct from being alive that things are right and good. You're my centemrnet. I could try to find joy and freedom like a child and fight the world's cynicism and abuse on my own and find my ultinate peace inside of myself If I searched enough, which is probably much more simple, impossibly, maybe, than people make it out to be. But I wouldn't have that grounding. And I feel more and as easy as everything that you give me that." Your lip trmebeld, and your words came out as shakily as your tone as the words eased out of your lip. "Whateevr that woman meant, whatevr happened tonight, whatever Brad's death was or the woman that lost herself-I'm not worried about them. I'm cocnenrned about how certain this feels-the one thing anyone in existence wished they could find. The constant grounding of remarkable purpose; and for me, undoubtedly, it's loving and knowing you."

Bojack's eyes eased against your body, and as you spoke, your breath as compact as it was overwhelmed from the words you spoke, did he ease out his hands to be pressed onto the spaces of your own. His stout fingertips found their way by the spaces of your palms as he allowed you to pull him back in again, intimacy between your thighs and curves of bodies pressing back into one anther as his eyes were flittered into an ease of innocent question as tender expression met yours.

"And it dosen't feel-" His impossible innocence eased down, as contradictory as the actions that followed it. "-Like it's going to end badly for you, at all?"

Your head tilted to the side, only vaguely, a small edge of your body as you looked into his, one of the most alluring attraction of his being being the authenticity vulnerability he showed, whether intended or not, and the understanding of the smallness of his existence; and the forgiveness he had with his accpetnece of it, thought painful, and the cocnentraion of richness that came from acceptance and focusing on one another in the simplicity of the way things should hva been.

"I know I was put here to suffer. Everyone was. The goal isn't to dney it, and even less to try and do anything about it. It's to try and find the way that makes sense, the way that feels the most human."

"That's ridiculous." Bojack's head turned a shis eys were dry. Your expression and the begging in your eys followed his as you tried to keep your gaze firmly following his own as his eys squinted and turned away from your guidance.

"But that's the thing; I know it dosen't have to be that way. We can chose, every day, our we view our prescriptive and the things that happen around us and ith us, how other people chose to see things verses how we choose to see things. The only thing that can make us suffer is by not believing how vast and endless human thought is, and how that controls your entire perception of life."

"Sounds like you have a lot of it figured it. What do you need me for?"

"I want to do it with you."

His eyes winced, and you saw how easily they tore through the lifetime of tryingto build up his especially tender dispiton for anything other than what it was; incessantly human, and all the fragility of baggage that came along with having a tender and open heart.

"Why?" His head tilted back to you, but his eyes were as vulnerable as ever as they eaed down.

"That's the thing. I've met plenty of abrasive philosophies in life, things of what makes the direction of life worth something; and there is nothing at the end of it all, just people who have enough confidence to label something as their direction or answer that they try to put on someone else. Loving you is my direction, endlessly, no amtetr what that means or looks like; and I want to keep doing it and trying it with you. I don't want anything else. I don't think I ever have."

Bojack's eyes were hollowed for a moment, branwy snout and pain eased into his eyes; that was protruuded further in its complication from the reflection of blue and red depth of lights; but after a moment did he crack. Bojack gazed back at you with his impossible almond eyes of contradcitons and spiutla depth and emptiness from the want of staying away from suffering staring back at you through midnight lashes. That bright, blinking desperation was reaching out to you through his complicated narrative of his eyes, already more clear if not just for the sharp emotional intelligence behind his eyes alone. His black eyebrows knitted with an almost painful desire as he blinked at you with disbelief in his eyes, and right along with that, the guidning along of him allowing himself to step into something you knew the more faithful and zestful side of him had always wanted to have confirmed. There was a glint of heated knowing and teasing inside his own gaze as he looked into yorus, traced by a childlike and incessant impotence. He knew the games that you were playing-for he played them with you when he was in his own cocky state, but for the time being was he rendered completely helpless; and anyway, the games you were playing tonight weren't playful or sexy or anything that was focuse dmore on helping him through the mundanity of a day without the connection or the other dysinctuinal states that could make up a mind, whether recongizned as dysfucntonl but tis carrier or not; this was about a upbringing of your own philosophy, almost a foretelling of understanding between the both of you, that Bojakc had always known, and now you were speaking it, both with dread and joy all at once, and all of them intertwining into the same form of relevancy they had always had in Bojack's emptyily carried life and the richness that followed in kind as such, the same way of how it was with a rich heart carried into a hard life that caused the emotions and richness to become all the more..

He breathed in deep, and the vague acceptance on his expression increased as his fingers grasped and readjusted on your palm.

"Ok." His dry eys met yours, filled with that rare soshpication that only came from something as emotionally dignified and curated as much as Bojack. "Then let's see what that looks like."

He was begging for your touch of relief, both with word and with physical intiamcity in kind. You could see it in his eyes that he not only desperately wanted in that moment-just as much as you wanted him-but that it was an understanding of profound spiritual enlightment that made up a narrative of a life that would have been robbed from you both otherwise, that painful kind of verge when it came from something true that interwove with everything else that had occurred in his life until now, and the pain coming into something so profoundly human and compact and profound that it caused the both of you paralzed into wordless understanding.

It almost made you nauseous just how much the two of you together wanted that future, not matter the chaos or inevitable ills that surrounded you-you quite literally needed each other within that moment. What you felt for each other was more than just half-spoken, half meant requests. There was such a thing as desiring another person so much that it almost drove each person insane, and although you had never truly known the true extent of that desire, you had realized fully what the sentiment meant when you had fallen in love with the black-haired manchild that currently leaned against the counter, swaying with his impossibly pained interwoven eyes, plush stomach falling against his arms while his chubby arms eased against your hands in embrace, and dark artistic eyes glowing into something that was both iniamting and the most simplisctly humbly human thing you had ever known.

You nodded, your eyes not leaving Bojack's dry ease of an expression. There was no joy on his face for the time being; only that detached overwhelming stance on his eyes, but there was a deep joy waiting to be unearthed, and you knew you would come to bring it, and that it would leave a scarring narrative in you if you didn't.

"Just like the way it felt at the cabin. Nothing more than that-just as simple, just as natural, just as human." Your fingers readjusted as they squeezed on his palm further. "Just as accepting of what is."

Bojack's eyes eased down as he mulled over your words, though that vulnerable eaes in his eyes that took you away with its richness was all the answer you needed; at least for the moment. His life raised up into a curve of a suggested smile, reflective, melancholic, uncertain, but with a boyish reflection that only existed as someone with that lightness of something he had somehow never lost.

"It's funny. I spent my entire life being told and believing that I would have to live for myself. Live on my own." A slight shrug. "They say that you can't have happiness until you find it in yourself, but I could never do that."

"Human mindsets are flawed. Whether for good or bad." Your body eased back into the intimacy of his hips. His head eased back slightly as you saw the muscles on his snout tremor at your invitation of your body threading onto his as you pushed your way against his curves, feeling his plush stomach easing back into your own, as tender and as lost and as prone to his clumsy grace as much as the specific guide of his air. "That includes people tleling you how you should have survievd; which, as far as I can tell, is something you managed beyond prerfeclty."

"Very insightful." Bojack's voice was dry and gruff, but it was clear from the way his muscles were tensing as his snout eased forward onto your shoulder how overtaken he was by your intimacy, and the welcome of clarity that came along with it.

You only let out a soft noise of your own agreement as you pressed yourself against him even further, your intimacy of your privates coming together from the intertwianion that came with calirty of loving one another through the chaos. You kenw in that moment that there was an addimentce from Bojack's end that part of why he did this, why he had cosndiered it a good idea, the very few things he did have peace with, was because it was his test that in the middle of something that had been the harrowing proof of the lack of love in his life or the possibility of it following after a dysnfutional childhood, that this would stand the test of the chaos of the red eyed and screaming people surrounding him, as repulsed by him with their iention as they were by their action that exuted it.

It wasn't that Bojakc was an angel or even far from pure, but you had seen and sensed from the start that there had been something in him forced ansd twsited to matcht the choas of what surorudeend him, not from belief or from the idea of believing in it even remotely, but from the twist of being forced to beleiev that the superficial morons that had guided his career was the closest thing he would get to love, and the worse adaption of the narrative in his head that he had to even become and adjusted himself accordingly to follow it, no matter the amount of disgust he felt at it. The person he felt he had been forced to become in the only way to achieve love in a way that made sense to him, the loathing he acquired along the way in his disgust to it and the person he was forced to be for it. There was a releif to the way he was eased under your body now, and as you saw the way his snotu rocked back as the hevaines sof his expression and tension of his muscles pressed onto your shoulders as he allowed your hips to guide against him, you knew there was, at least for tonight, freedom in the shackles of what he had been taught he had to carry. And for you; as anxious and disturbed as much as you were, the idea that though you knew more than you would admit tonight that there was more pain and failure of emptiness and of things you failed to understand ahead, at least for the time being you were in the understanding that pain, in its own way that met in the anismlaistc nature of existence and the natural rocking of accepting it rather than fighting it, had its grounding for tonight.

"Please." Bojack kept his lip grazed on your shoulder, his head tilted down as it eased onto the curve of your neck. "Let's just keep going. For a little while." His voice slurred vaguely as he spoke. "At least until these people think they got something a little bit."

Your lip curved up gently, your head titled downward as it eased onto his shoulder. "As long as everyone gets something tonight. That's what we'll give one another-that's what I'll give you, until you feel like you can give yourself something entirely to yourself."

'Too late for that. It's been a long standpoint of fifty years. I've been waiting longer than a woman who became obsessed with me with nothing going on in her own life has for the past twenty."

Though there was the attempt of tease in his vocie, you knew the exhustion and edge in it, and the ehaviness that came along with his guilt that hsi desperaiton for something pure had brought so much impurity to those around him, and the guilt he carried along with that.

You pressed Bojack against the counter firmly until his stomtahc bulegd out into a loveable fashion as his curved his body forward against the counter, his eyes squinted as he allowed your hands to press against his shoulders while he felt your hands rest on his shoulders. Your hands grdauted from where they were resting on his shoulders as they caressed down to his love handles, then onto the curve of his bulging stomach, your fingertips easing against his skin as his eyes closed while his snout lowered downward, ears lowered back as muscles on his face tensed. Your hips continued to make an ease against his thighs as the waves of physical satisfaction increased as much as the spaces between your bodies were lessning. The gentle eae of the way you made love to his body, accepted as the gere of one that only met as trash to Bojakc by his own disgustely thrown label his own long time ago, still struggled to accept the feeling of your hands and the precious and gentle way you touched him, the same way as it was at the cabin. It had been quiet there, and there had been enough history of suffering for his prescence there for the most part that it had allowed him the freedom to believe, under the starry night hue of the sky for at least that moment, that the rest could follow away for the moemtns that he allowed himself to be your husband, and to be as treasured as much as you wanted to give him to the point of an odd pain of something that was too compact for you to do anything about.

Here there was more challenge, and you both felt it profoundly. The soft bulge on his stomach as his skin pressed against your palm while he panted, as soft and as tender as he himself was, as well as every minute sense of rasp of his tender breath leaving the tone of his lips. As age had taken him, Bojack was only becoming plushier, more round, and his body type more protruding the older that age and his own lack of care for himself increased; you could feel the tension of his insecurity on his body as his torso tensed on your hands, his eyes closed and there being a laden of acceptance eased across his expression as he turned his head downward, and though there was the sentiment of his expression easing down with the muscles on his face attempt to be relaxed, there was far more tension than there was acceptance of what you were giving him.

"I'm proud of you for trying to show off yourself tonight. That I can at least try to do that for you."

Bojack's expresion eased up, his eyes winced as his ears splayed back while he looked at you in question that was heavy only from the torment of the man that bore everything with extra depth; part of the reason of why you loved him, and part of why you knew the richness you shared, whether good or bad, was something only brought closer to the richness that came with genuine human understanding; the only thing a person needed, and the ain things robbed from both of you and the majority of existences.

"I think you'll regret saying that come morning with whatever it is that they publish around here in the morning or however they dress it up." His head tilted upward, his eyebrows eased down as his face was overcome with gentle vulnerability. "I'll take it, though."

"I think it suits you nicely. Old age."

Bojack lifted up a brow as his lips eased further upward, a gentle quick to his expression as his body swayed against your hand. "You think everything suits me nicely."

"Thank god someone does about someone. Especially you; you've been waiting long enough."

Bojack aughed, in a gentle ease of a breath as his eyes turned downward in a gentle guide of vulnerability while he cosndiered your words. He did, after all, have a certain handsome fairness to his very mark up of a worn face and tired life that made him irresistible in that alluring and humble human fashion that seemd as if, in tis every clumsy curve of his body and the execution of his age and the wear of time on his body, had come to be with him over time. His hands were now exploring yours with relentless inquisition, rendering you almost completely breathless with the amount of bliss that you were feeling in your own chest as you forced herself further up against his hips witht he same ease-but the passion was increasing, adn Bojack, in his own ease of his preciousness of humble unceirnity and the raise of a determined glint on his eyebrows as theylwoerd down, was starting to meet you with his heat.

You wrapped you legs around his waist as Bojakc let out a grunt, his hips easing onto the counter as he laughed n the pure and wleocminf fashion as your hands and arms eased him onto the counter. Your own slender legs intertwicned against his thighs, the complete opposite of his own stout build, as Bojakc now sat firmly on the edge of the counter, eyebrows lifted downward into a detrmiend glint and a fire of life in his eys now, completely opposite physically, but how perfectly your slender legs matched Boajck's stout plush ones.

Your legs wrapped around his plush hips as your hands met on his lovehandles while he chcukeld in that deep rasped way that had that essence of his purity to it, pressing your hands further against his vulnabile plushenss as the flashing of the camera continued to flood against both of your bodies. Bojack's snout eased back, your fingertips gripping into his dissuaded mane as fingers cramped onto his mane.

"Yes." Bojack's voice tensed as his head turned forward, easing onto the top of your head as he pulled you in, hand rested on the back of your body as he eased you into his embrace. "Sweetheart-"

Contentment raised into Bojack's tone as his head titled upward, exposing his neck to you, dark and depthful with the hue of dark against it as he eased his head backward, and exposed his neck to your lips. Bojack's head titled downward and your head eased up from where your lips were pressing against the curve of his neck, and the ease of his lip raised against your mouth was cut off as your head raised up and pressed against his mouth, cutitng off the clumsy rasp of his breath as he eased his lip onto yours with a soothing grunt. Your tongue darted between his and gently danced up against his response to it, clumsy and far from physically perfect, and even more far from mattering. Bojack let was letting out his own mumbled words of agreement through the pressing of your lips, knowing, as much as Bojack was yet capable of, that this was the pinnacle of what it meant to be painfully in love, or at least the start of the acceptance of it. Gently and delicately did your graze your fingers against his own messiness of his mane that was plastered against the trembling welcome of his skin and the slcikess of his sweat of your palm against his neck, sophisticated and graceful, and at ease with the way he was falling into the acceptance of how you saw him for the time being.

You breathed in, your hands easing against his chest as you watched the deseperate conviction in his eyes as they threaded across your body.

"And this isn't about what the woman said?"

Boajck's ears splayed as his eyes hardened, annoyance flashing across his expression, though it was vague and full of that natural comolciaiton that cam across his face as his eyes flashed in an unreadable claus of is emotional conflciton.

"It's about a lot of things. Some of them having to do with the way things have built up tonight." He breathed in a sharp intake as his body eased further against yours, and your mouth curved open as you felt his weight and the minute pleasures of his body easing against your thighs again in his own physical cause of agreement. His eyes winced as the puffiness of his worn expression eased further onto his expression. "Gradual events of it, anyway."

You sighed as you turned your head back, feeling his cheek eased onto your face as he turned his cheek against the side of your face Your eyes closed, breah shaken as you felt his hips ease onto your body, allowing him to process the comcplaton of his loathing through the ease of his body on yours.

"Don't be a bore, Horseman." Plmp and puffy red lips spoke out from the shoudled edge of the crowd, rude and pursed along with her contmenet of easing her voice into such a casual mockery of the tone of her voice. Bojack's head snapped up from your face, and the squint of his puffy laden painful eyes only served to add deeper the wear on his expression and the deep callus of the wrinkles on his skin as he snapped his head up, breathing in though the shakines of his panting. "If you don't want to be a loser you start to do something to make people turn their heads, you know? That's the best way to be happy."

Bojack's rhythm of breath cracked as his head snapped over to your face again, and you met his unceirnity with an ease of your hand as it threaded on his cheek. There was an agreement there for half a moment even as you took in the wear of his conflicted tense muscles of his expression, the wear of worry on his face as his eyes squined as he eased his snout aaisnt the curves of your face.

"You know that in a sense they're right." He panted again, and your eyes fluttered downward a you kept the back of your hand eased across his cheek. There was a sensation of feeling as if you were somewhere else entirely in the general air of the natural apology and specific gentleness he carried, and the back of your fingertips eased onto his cheek while youallowed his conflicted and hardly at peace rytham to ease across your face.

"If you keep leeting the pattern of leeting people be terrible control you, then the inevitable waves of how they keep trying to do that will keep following you."

"No." His eyes buldged as his snout eased up, the wrinkles under his eys protruding further as vague panic encompassed in them. "It's not that simple. And I don't appreciate the idea that there's any way to think it is."

Your head eased against his snout, and his head titled back against your face as he leaned into the attempt you had to offer both of one another caliry as his eyes winced, tenderness that came along with hopelessness eased onto his snout as he eased his snout against your face again. "I know."

"Do you think I want to feel like this? That I want to keep being tosed around feeling like I barley have any control over the things that are said to me? I wasn;t crazy about doing this tonight. And I think you know that."

His eys turned up, and your allwod your expression to meet by the inaimcity of his wretched worn features that came along with whatever way the earth came up with bringing someone down to the point of where he had become. His almond depth deep eyes were shooting with what seemed like almost magic as the slight wet layer of them graced his eyes, a begging sensation within them as he looked at you with that gentle tenderness that came along with his rare delcialcely inside of him that was always there, no matter how wayward or how ridiculous his actions became. Even when he was doing things that were intentionally bad, you could never see him as anything other than a simple lost softness at his core; one of which only needed to be brought back to his nest in order to be reminded of who he was, though it was scarred up with the comcplaitions that came along with being alive.

"I'm sorry. You're right." You eased your body forward, your hand caressing on his back as his eyes darted down in their tender conflciton. "I just wanted to make sure that we weren't taking anything home that had been said yet tonight. More than anything, I want to make sure I'm on the same oage as you."

"Usually wanting to be on the same page constitutes the idea that both pariities are assuming they're not taking their philosophies from whatever random woman who's clearly on the brink of dvioce. I'm taking the things I'm tyringto do tonight from experience of how terrible people are and knowing what you need to do to feel good in the middle of it. That's all."

His voice cracked, and youknew that if he hasn't already felt as if he was executing a sinof betrual just from being alive, there was have been a apology in that impossible pue tone that followed. It was, as it always was with the way tha Bojack spoke and how he executed his words, in contrast to something that was pure at its core the way most seemed devoid of being able to posses from the start.

"I'm sorry." His voice traced against your ear as his hips contuiendt ease against your hips, and the understanding of the constant changing emotions and narratives that made up a headspace, the gradual acceptance of pain in whatever it was that made up existence at any given stage, was fully spoke as his rasp eased against your ear. "I just, like you said, wanted to make sure we could communicate and be on the same page, is all."

There was a slight raise to his shoulders, comliemtning his tender apology. There was an ease of understanding to the jaded imperfection that mad up your moods and conversations; it wasn't either of you or anything you were lakcng, but the natural complciatd thread of loud shouts and the flaws of unapology that the people possessed around the both of you. Bojack's voie was impossibly somber and sweet despite the clear heaviness to the tone, and your lip curved up a syou tried to cover away the fog and pollution that was in your headsapce and tried to focus on the smooth ease of phsisosphy that came from both of your bodies.

"No matter what did or didn't occur tonight, no matter what isn't true or is, at least ae can try to create out own reality, at any given moment and for however log we decide to focus on one another. It can be that simple."

"Can it?" There was a pip to his voice, a gentle edge of teasing. "I didn't know."

"It can-the same way it can be so easy to make people execute these terrible ideas and perespecties that caused you to feel this way. That puts that dim look in your eys you think shoulde rbe permanent." Your fingertips eased across the bottom of his eyes, and he winced at the feeling of your hands pressing against the tende runderpart of the puffy exhaust of his wrinkles expression. "The way that you're able to take every small satisfying narrative and every flaw that makes up what other people say from ther own failing-and in you there's this constant truth that breaks up the fog, even for a little while."

"Sounds useful. Wish there was a time I had been aware of being able to give that."

"Maybe you were. I found you, saw you, and knew you for a reason, didn't it?"

Bojack's eyes eased down, thewet complications of the light of the rooms surouding him as the party lights eased into his eyes, and you kne wyou were studying his story and his prespecitves down to the last minute detail of his snout as his eys turned dwon, the deepest intimacy that came from following someone in their narrative. "You know I'm someone that's known as, a-" His voie rasped while eyelids lowered as he waved his hand beside him in a small circle. "-Someone who's not known for quality experiences or executing them onto people." The impact heaviness on his eys incraeased, the opposit complement to what has made up his boyish and more carefree disposition before. "Even for myself. I know we did this marriage thing and we tried to make it work, but I don't know if this is something that you fully realize what the end result of it might be."

His eys were eased down, and your fingertips eased further onto his bloated chek, and after a moment of feeling your hands his expression eased up as he met your eys, worn as much as they were under the stimulants of the alcohol thrused through your precption.

"We made it this far." Your hands found their way by his chubby arms, and the weight on his face furthered into the ehaviness of his expression, adding onto the incredible grace and even hanting look of those humble deep human eyes. Your head titled until they were in the same perception of where he was obtaining that distant look of narrative in his eyes that spoke of emptiness, and the blak look in his eyes occupied his expression just enough that he darted his eys to yorus as they were met. "And you don't hae to talk or act like I didn't willingly sign up for everything this is." Your hand caressed down from his cheek as they rested on his shoulder, sleek with the vague sweat that added more humble huamnty to his body as he breathed a sigh, expression easing downward. "And if we're going to talk about things what we except to be on the same page on, mine would be to respect that I knew exactly who I was dedicating myself to, what I wanted and what that looked like; any challenge or any emptiness or jduegemtn or failure combined following."

Bojck's vulnerable eys eased up to yours, and the purity across his snout was all you needed to go to him in his permission. You leaned forward as you allowed yourself to follow his eyes and the odd twisted indeceirbale purity with them, even with all the bleakness and the pain and the asusmpton of desturcton he expected to follow him eventually.

His teeth poked out from his lips as his body straighted upward, giving a small noise of tender defeat as his body raied up and his palms allowed themselves to be eased onto your hands. He agve another tender adorable uncertain noise that sounded the etnesion of his uncerinity as his wet eyes turned to your hand, fingertips easing onto the spaces of his palm. He turned his head forward, and though youknew he wanted to unravel entirely they way he did in the purity of sheets in the middle of the niht with your bodes eased against one another in that full wrought of acceptance in vulenraility and compact human heaviness, there was still a betrayal in his eys; the idea that pain was what he needed to follow, if only for the famailirty and to feed the narrative hat it was that of which he deserved.

His head titled in question even as he allowed himself to be pulled against your body again. "You do know that the more you commit to this the harder and more complicated it'll get in the future, right?"

"The way I love you isn;t going to be something other people would understand; not even me, even as I'm experiencing it, the way the only worthwhile and good emotions are." Your head titled forward as it pressed on Bojack's palm, and another whimper left his lips, tender and sopchiated all at once, as toruebeld eyes turned to your hand. "The love I have for you has the power to turn the most mundane and forgettable concepts into something of a lifetime."

"And you're not..afraid, at all?"

His voice held genuine concern, and along with his question did you ears blink in distance as you thought over how to respond to that incredible tone he possessed.

"The only thing I'm terrified of is not remembering of what it feels like to love you." Your eyes closed as you pressed your lips on Bojack's chubby palm again, and his wet eyes eased down to your palm as ears splayed back. "I can see myself adapting and learning to any kind of suffering, no matter how terrible at first, but that's what scares me the most-knowing what it feels like to love someone as deeply as I love you in every detail of how it is, the escape from the ignorance of what makes up so many headspaces and makes them far from how great humans should feel if they allowed their inner life to match up to it with proper justice and connection the way things should be-and seeing that journey without you I know is one of the rare few that I'll never be able to transform from in a way that felt at ease."

"Oh." Hi voice depleted, and as he collected himself from the recollection, you felt him try to readjust to your intimacy as his body straighted up. "That was possibly the worst thing I ever knew you would say."

"Do you believe it?"

"I mean-" He paused for a minute, teeth poking out as the tender uncefinity in his eyes that gave him that remarkable beauty eased into his eyes. His pupils dilated to you as his expression eased down. "I want to."

"I need you to believe it as much as what made youfeel like this would be something to sav you."

"No, not save me." His voice was edged as his expresison eased on yours. "That would suggest that I believed in something that..life altering, and that is not true."

His voice was more refletvive than defensive, and you took that for every sign of whatever way he intended it, though as it was with two souls that spoke, he didn't need to in order for you follow the one thing that mattered of the rhythm of it. You stepped forward, your hands encasing against his palms. He still had an adorable boyish beauty to the hue of what he was that was both grief and the most profound ease of the hue on his face as his expression eased downward, dimmed as he felt your body pressed further onto his body into a way that spoke of an ease of a trembling animosity against his body. He breathed in deep, guilt inhabiting his eyes as he turned his head to the side, an attempt of avoidance in his expression.

Your hands up against the round front of his stomach as you pressed her fingers around his wrist, trembling with both of your bodies easing into intimacy the way that the pinnacle of two emotional intertiwnits of genuine intimacy happened between two people. He allowed himself to be fully brought into you despite the shame or embarrassment that would have followd otherwise; there was a narrative of none of ti matteirng, though he knew it would in his own way of the bagge that followd later, but for now was the separation of it something that he focused on, and the specific way he hedl onto the narrative of the relief of understand you gave one another; no matte rhow niche or unseen from anyone else.

Your hands grazed against his body as you allowed the intimacy to easehim away from whatever narrative that was clouding u his head, as painful as it was densely human in the way one would achieve after a certain moment in one's complex life. His eyes darted back up towards your messy and clammy skin as your palms eased across his body again, your hands now wandering across every patch of his own lovable flesh of a home you could fine; the relief that it gave you to eb fully eased into him.

It was to your surprise vaguely, but Bojack smiled into a awkward but welcoming curve of his mouth as he eased his head back while your intimacy began to welcome itself onto his mouth, and you opened your lips as your mouth responded to his in kind, grazing your teeth against the skin that was slick with the sweat of intimacy and the impulsive consumed drinks for the night, and slowly did you reach your head down and graze your lips across his skin on his snout. Boajck chuckled, the sound in and of itself seeming welmcing in his clumsy grace and the rasp of his clumsy charm, and you felt the fleeting thought than even the idea of love and of him would have been enough to carry you.

"While we're here we;ll make a show that's worth paying attention to, at least, huh?" His voice was threaded into a tender and almost apologetic humor. Your lip curved up in agreement as you felt that richness overcome you that would have overcome any bad headspace, any component of dark you could have easly fallen into otherwise; and there was the placement of where your souls an the flaws of them came into an agreeable sense.

You placed your other hand that wasn't still cradling his wrists and used it to guide yourself even further against his privates.

"Where do you want me to go?" Your mouth eased across the large expanse of his graceful neck, and his raspd conflicted shakiness eased across your skin as he turend his head back and kept his palms on your body, as depthful and lost in the permanence of grace of inimacty as much as someone could be who had lived ina culture that treasured the citure of letting anything go at a moments notice in replacement of having anything real at all, his palms resting against your back as much as he was able to as his teeth poem otu rom his conflicted ease of breath

"It dosen't matter. I don't care." His voice was rueful, but there was a beauty to the purity of his exhstion as you teeth eased against the curve of his neck, the minute sense of humanity between the both of you as you felt his body ease with a shudder under your touch, anothe tender whimper leaving his breath. "I just want to make sure that this was worth it. For everything it's putting you through."

You paused, and your adoration for him and his nature overcame you fully as you felt the wamrht of your body eaed through the agreement of how he spoke to what eh wanted to be able to give you. You turned your head down as you paused from where your lips eas threading on his neck, your head eased down as you took your hands away from where they were rested on his shoulders, and with an understanding that he wouldn't ask it from you or perhaps even wanted it himself, you began to ease your lips down from the slick wet of his skin and over to the plush overhang of his body that was curved forward and ease against your body and its given pleasure until your lips began to meet where his private was.

"You know how easy it is for someone to go their whole life spending it feeling like there's something inhriently unlovable or something wrong with the, to give up on themselves with any worthwhile quality they could have bothered to execute , even though that's all anyone ever wants is a chance to be entirely themselves a sthey are."

It wasn't a question as much as it was a guidning statement until your lips eased to where Bojack's intimacy was still fully eaed agsisnt your legs. Your hand reached out and threaded against his thighs, and you felt him give the slightest tender ease of his skin as a vague apology left his lips as he snapped his head downward and felt your hand press on the side of his thighs.

His attention was brought back to the flashing lights of the people; several of them had their eys gleamed up in satisfaction. You didn't know that from literally turning your head to look over at them; you felt it just from the way you had come to memorize the way people carried themselves, both inside of their spirits, or lack of, as thei eyes gleamed with easy impression. Bojack snapped a hand in front of his face as his eys winced, ears lowered down, and you only turned up your focus from separating your thighs away from his intimacy for a moment as you turned your head up to see where his annnoynce was causing a disrupt again as eyes snapped up to the crowd.

"I don;t know if I have the best answer right now for phsyhcoogy inbred time with all these other people ruining it with they're-" His eyes lowered in exaseraiton, until he gave up his shield from the people and turned his eys down. "Showbusiness, for lack of a better word."

Your eyes turned to the crowd, eyes threading over to where thy were shoving as they seemd both amassed in ther amusement towards what was happening in front of them and continuously entertained by their noise as well as the display. Bojack's eyes snapped away and you saw the full grazed guilt in his eyes as ears lowered downward, teeth splayed out as his head snapped down to where you were turning your head up.

"I'm sorry I got yu into this."

"Don't be. These people, anyone in general, whether befroe or after whatevr they publsied or thought of you or me or wrote-they've always just been people alive at the same time a syou, navaigting life the same time as you were, just in a different way. Everything else is just sickliness or something that's repretivitive or something that holds no truth or justice; and they know it."

"Yeah-" A tender uncerinity and clusminess eased into his eyes as his expression darted to the side. His eyes lowered into a somber exhaust as his expression turned down. "Still."

"You know what I think?"

"Do I want to? Yes. But maybe not in the context of having thes epeople waiting for the next move they cna use to make themselves feel alive or to have something to cling onto to apprehend whatever it is they're dealign with."

Your head leaned forward until you mouth hovered next to the bottom of his cock, which was now easing out from his thighs from where your hips ha gradually separated fro wher eyou were making love to one another the same way you had under the heaven of the sheets against pbodies of the impossible tragic rariety of two people who spoke the same lnaaguge. Slowly, with your eys not leaving the expanse of the loud raise of the crowd, did you lean forward as you began to gently the tip of his hard shaft with your fingers. You felt Bojack give a rasp of a sudden intake, and his entire body tensed.

"What are you doing?"

"You said you wanted what they did."

"This?" His voice raised, adorable and cracked, and the last thing to be expected from someone who had slept around as much as he had; the worn of the lack of precioussness of his body from how muh he had allowed t to be cheaply used as his eyes bugged from his expression, eepning the wrinkles under his eys. His head snapped over to the people, tender fragility and apology in his eys that spoke of a purity that no amount of impusilve decisions had ever been able to take away. "I'm not sure if this is the kind of itniamcy that wll make them leave me the hell alone." His eyes darrted to you, slightly heavy with dry sarcasm. "Not in the 'never talking about me again' kind of way but more in the 'talking about me in a not annoying and enocoaugng way that makes lifting my head from the pillow an action that is almost something that can eb done and desired' kind of way."

"You know what I see when I look at this crowd that surrounds us like this?"

"What-the normal annoying kind.?" His head essed back eyes winced. You shook your head as you allowed your hips to fully ease in front of Bojack's own body that was clumsy and lovably curved in front of your body, your hand eased on his cock as you allowed your palm to rested in it, fingertips gently gliding across the tip of his private as you felt him take a shapr intake now ans then, but for the most part his eys were timidn, nervous and impossibly precious; and along with that, nervous but curious as his eyes enlightened against your hand.

"I think people's instinct is something that people follow, whether they mean to or not."

"That would be a nice way of putting it-for both parities. What I thnk is going on is someone wants a photo of how my marriage is going for about two hundred dollars or more-" He winced as he spoke, and you could tell it was part from pleasure of the way your hand fully grasped his covk as your fingertips eased and tapped on it in the tease of pleasure, but also from the strain of speaking the words. "-and I'm the moron who decided to try an see if for once I could be this vulnerable and allow my wife to make me feel like I could give her that."

" They can sense something that's above anything else they've ever felt, It hink; it's more than just some chepa gig."

"You haven't been in this radio bullshit as long as I have, honey." Bojack's voice trmebeed as he spoke with an ease of his exhausted breath. "There's a lot of things that happen that happen for the same reasons you wish they didn't."

The softness to his voie was enough to make you pause from how your hand was stroking against his private. Your head turned as your cheek leaned on his knee.

"What I think is that these people heard of someone in media who finally seemed to have something real; and of course they want us to communicate that incredible feeling in the best way that makes sense to them. People don't suffer because of their circumstances, bur rather from the mundnaiinty inside of thesleves."

Boajck's eyes winced as he watched you. You knew he was intelligenint enough emotioannly to follow you eventually, though there was too much conflict and noise to allow it for the choas in his already fragile and tormented mind for the time being.

"Yeah, I don't think anyone has enough introspection here to even get that far with why they aren't or are into something. They literally show uo because I put liquor as sign in it, and also the Horsmena doing a stupid trick to ake them happy or vague amused." His eyes widned mockingly, hands flown in front of him, and his head turend as his hard eyes guided across the crowd, "I almost wish I could be that easily satisfied.'

Your tongue grazed out of her lips, your face eaed further into the lovable stout clumsy form of Bojack's thighs as you felt him give out an abrupt yell as his hands darted to his privates on instinct, but he relaxed as he processed that it was your tongue easing across his cock. His bod eased back onto the coutner again, body limp as his heavy eyes watched you. You darted out your tongue again as it pressed it against his cock, which now stood upward and straight as it struck between his thighs while fully formed into your hand.

"Good, Godo move. Stupid horny people love mouth to cock stuff." His eys winced as his ears flciekred back, showing him odd for his usual apology again as unceirnity came over his eys,timind as it was adorable. "I think?"

"They know something special when they feel it. Maybe you can't see it entirely the way I feel I do-this incredible feeling of permission to simply be as if with one another, entirely."

"No, I see that." His eyes dimmed as his expresison turned downt o you, though you could see from how ahrd he gripped on the side of the counte rhow much the playful exutuion of your tongue agsitn his privates had shot something into him, and it was mroe than just physical touchl there was just as much the sudden shock that you even wanted to execute something for hi that showd off such desirabulity, and there was a change in his disposition as it eased acros his eyes. "I think they want to be able to believe tehey found something that will excuse this, anyway." He paused as his frown a slightly paint dacross his browsm his head turned as he eaed his eys into a squint while turning back over to the muddled crowd. "Does this mean you dod believe what the woman said tonight? About..eveyrhting. They emotions, the going mad." he chuckled, almost nervously, as tender eyes turned down to you again. "Don't tell me you believe in soemething like that. There's already enough things to be crazy over. If there's anything to goby the average headspace I've met, anyway."

Your smile raised up in a small way at Bojack's denial of his own chaos but you felt your own admirationfor his insight of what was the clusly worded hint of how he saw people around him.

"I think I feel it anyway. I feel it as an experience in and of itself, not as something to be proven or even something to be worried about; my love for you carries itself in and of tislef, with that richness that comes along with purpose, and I'd rather that than the default of what so many people are victims of."

Your turned your head away from where your lips were teasing agaisn his cock as you turend your eyes up with an ease to the people. "No doubt what has made up these people's lives; the default f aimless madness that goes against human nature's naturel cae for anything but, You save me from that, every day, and I think these people int heir wine ay want their saving of it, too, even if they don't know directly what that even means yet."

Bojack's breath eased into shaky accpetenace as his body leaned further onto the curves of your arms again, his hands resting on the top of your head as his sotu fingers eaed against the top of your head. Your eyes turend up to his own and there was a wet look of inseucity in his eyes as they dated down on top of your head as your mouth eased sgaisnt his tip. Your words seemd to leave the small minute suggestion of what you were spekang.

"That's more than just your personal philosophy, isn't it?" His voce was inquired, soft, and edged with quesiton. You let out a soft laugh in response to his inquiry as your lips pressed further back onto the tip of his cock. You felt him breath in, intnse and with that sohpciated but impossibly humble human ease of a sudden intake at the feeling of your lips easing onto the tip of his cock as your inanacmty eased agaisnt it. Your hands pressed away from cradling his cock as they eased forward and onto the plush of his love handles, palms threading agsisst the braiwness of his skin as you heard the delicate raspy flowered breath of hiss hakiness easing onto the top of your head.

"I feel it. It's not about what the human said, or what anyone could say tonight or tell me in general. It's something I'm experiencing first hand anywa. It's something I'm carrying with me, that I feel with you just for being here, just by being here and experiencing this with you."

Bojack panted, the sound light and dshaken as you saw in your mind's eyes the delicacy of his eyes and the thread of heated light of tenderness broken into his eyes as he squinted while his plush body eased against your own hand and gripped onto his hips. Much like the wya t was to love and memorize him every morning, there was that odd combination of loving him and perceiving his existence in a way that was bot humbly clumsy and far from graceful and by most and their contrived deifntions, attractive; but from the bumbly plump for of his body and the loveable clumsy nature of how he carried himself was there a dressing up of his core that was something who was inheirntly full of a compact emotional beautoful deoth, and the two as they combined themsleevs were as loving and as alluring a smooch as it was spell binding to take it in and to be iniamte with it in kind,

"If one thing is obvious, these people ar eating up whatever it is that we're giving them." Bojakc's voice cracked as his head turend to the side, but it was in a suggestion of something where he was at least trying to meet you where you were at mentally; that, at the veyr least, was something that you felt the deepest ease of the accpetnece and pride of, if nothing else; youfelt your own fear of a wall of ucneirnity as much as Bojakc did, but there was a fight in your resistance to allow it to control the ntauural patience and richness of what you gave one another, and the inherent strength that loving him and memorizng him for every detail of what made up both the physila build up of someone's existence, as well as he lipssoble to be comeptley fathoemd constant state of someone's spiriutla mentality, that had desiccated it's energy to being the everything that gave you back as much as you gave it. You knew thatm the same way that there was the inhrrient lostness of trying o find a rhythm of agreeability with the chaos that came from being alve and human and the constant every hanging unpreditacbility of it, a ride of resistance towards a permanent answer that haunted any status of a person, that you would never get it right to the point of consistent frustration, and there would always be the haunting emptiness, or it felt there would be, that came along simply tyring to find relief towards being alive; but as it was, you would adapt and even follow the beast that was the comepcloty of the human state of mind, Bojack's being the most fogged and bewildered in himself, sospchiated and intiamting in an odd and human compact of depth way, but along with it and following it, the adoration of the simplicity of his headspace that was the easiest thing to love; and also the begging of it.

"Forget that. As much as you're able to." Bojack's eyes darted down to you, eyes winced as he kept his onflcitd eys of depth on your had as you raised your head up from where your lips were eased against the shaft of his private. There must have been an illumination from the lights and the party that reflected across your fac,e adding an eternal look along with the genre of the way you already looked at him anyway, because with one raise of your delicate eys up from the inaicmity of your mouth on his pleasure and up to his wandering pufy eyed squint of question did your eyes meet into his own, and there wa a guilt laden but ultimately accepting clarity in that mment as the contuiend to pant, though the losntness in his bumbly and timid disptotion wa just a smooch traced by the obseraiton of how he carried himself through the lights of the red and blue flashes of what surround both the party lights and the cameras.

Your head turned as you glanced your blurry vision back over to the crowd.

"Can we try to make this something for ourselves?"

Bojack's eyes darted in panic as his expresson eased downward. The muscles on his face tensed as his fingertips eaed onto his wrists, ears turning dornward as his fingers graed onto his wrists.

"I mean-there's so many people here. It would feel a little-" He sighed, the noise as both compelling as it was tender as much as the hue of glimmer apology in his eys as one hand raised back and eased onto the back of his neck. "-Wrong, I guess, to try and disregard something that."

Your eyes dimmed, and Bojack noticed as his eyes flicked back up to yours.

"What? You know it's true. Doing the same thing we do in bed-do you think that's going to help me, us, in the long run?"

"Yes."

His ears darted back, and a guilt encompassed against his snout.

"Why?"

"Just because that's the way you survived before dosen't mean that has to be the way you survive now."

There was a slight glint in his eyes, something not entirely unlike anger. His ears flashed down as contempt eased across his features, only vaguely, but it was clear what he clung onto was staying with him as a hrd flare eased across his eyes. But more than that, and you knew his anger was only being held back solely because of you being the target, and bringing out the impossibly tender nature of how how he aso naturally had that unctionla beauty feeling to the way he repsodned to genuine love despite a lifetime without it, was there only the desepation of wanting both agreement and an answer.

"But if I don't keep up what I promised-if I keep letting these soul suckers dressing up the way they see me and thinking that they can continue seeing me as the loveless sex drven cod I was-" He rasied up his fingers in front of his snout while his ears kept splayed bacl. "-And I was that guy, but that's the exact point of why I need that to not happen tonight. Why it needs to be perfect."

"Then what would that look like?" Your head turned further away from his private that rested in your hand, and Bojack gave an awkward breath as his eyes eased downward, face girmacing into a desperate boyish glint as his expression eased down.

"I don't know. But I want to make sure this gives us tools to navigate whatever happens in the future." His shoulders lowered, hid body easing down as his watered eyes met onto yours. "I just need to make sure that we're doing the same thing here. I can't have this be screwed up. And I don't want this night to be remembered as the night when some crazy Brad guy came along and made his issues everyone elses'-and committed suciide and having it to associated with the one event where maybe something good, worthwhile, could come out of it. If things arne;t going well, and if they don't feel good, its for a reason, and I'm sick not being able t find that reason."

You paused, your eyes taking a break from looking at those unfathomable delicate yees that were compact with the most alluring combination of someone who was both sochciaptd with their natural core and the most pathetcially loveable disposition you had ever encountered.

But you felt conflicted, and, in an odd way, insulted; not at Bojack specifically, but moreso for the inevitable way that low quality of his relationships and life had turned him into, and the force of him having to accept it, even if it made very little to any sense even to himself. Your readjusted, your knees already starting to become weaker from kneeling down onto the ground. Your eyes turned up as they met Bojack's conflicted desperation tha eased into the core of his complciatd eyes as they dimmed while he met yours.

Your body eased up, your hands threading onto the bloat of his cheeks. There was an awkward grunt that came from Bojack, the sound adorably smushed against your own lips as they pressed on his mouth. The sound of his was one that was both compelling and clumsy as the rasp of his breath abruptly eased onto your mouth, and the spudn of it alone, rasped and socpchaitd and charmatsic and sexy along with the natural vulenrbailoty he held, was something that caused your own essence to tremble into a cantonment as you felt your lips fall back from his snout.

"If you want to prove anything, then stop proving."

Your lips detached away from his, and the purity of his handsome and impossibly ure eyes and the emotion on his face of the most simple boyish apology and natural innocence you had ever precieved was enough to make your rbeath leave your lungs fro a moment, and your hand found its way caressing the back of his cheek again as his teeth poked out.

"How? What about a week from now, when everyone is talking about what happened to Brad tonight, and that's it? What then?"

"That's not something you need to try and control."

"They're going to reroute it back to me!" His ears raised up as alarm ease din his eyes, hid body eased upward into a vague striagehint up as he watched you delcialtey. "I know what it's like. Now that I have something good, genuinely good, I need ti to be able to deparate myself from that." His hands would have pressed onto the top of his chest in that feminine and impossible delicaley he had as his eyes dimmed as he watched you. "Please. Let's make this good. I don't need to be vulnerable tonight, I don't need to worry about any of that or of the concept of letting go. Not here."

You paused as your eyes threaded across his own begging wet film of desepation. There was an understanding that he understood, at least for that night, that there was no way he could redress up his meaning or prepcetion of reality, at least for that night; there was too much at stake and too much to process through, and the impossible feeling of the purity and the amount of love you felt as your hands carssed and then rolled onto Bojack's hips as you tumbled him into yor large mattress, himself at his weight of fragile vulernabiliy as his body tumrbeld into the bed while his stocky legs eased forward with his rasped drunken chcuke, his eyes, fogged and distant in his own pain laden actions and amusement while his eyelids had drunkly eaed up to yours through the wrinkles underneath his puffy bagegd eyes, chubby arms threading behind him as he had allowed himself to be rendered under your touch entirely in every way possible as his palms had found the ease of your tendernes and ucntiona emotional labor of loving him and of everything that brought. Those nights, as Bojack's head ahad turned on the pillow with his teeth eased out from his snotu as his head turend to the side while being liad against the mattress, had flung back as his body had been frazed ontot he mattress while your body had begun to caress and meet with him, both of you in kind with one another as your bodies had eased agaisnt each other into an agreement that there was some emotional resucre through loving one another, not from any personal failing of one another, bur rather though the simple navigation you had both achieved from loving one another from the lack of agreement between existence and the human heart.

"Fine." There was the core of essence to your voice; that of which spoke towards the constant led of emotional purity of not only following him to wherever he went, but of the need to do so in that way that was the buried unspoken agreement between both of your hearts and the natural way the body and essence of a person knew what it needed and needed; Bojakc must have heard it in the language beyond word or action that was naturally understood between two people, because he laughed in amusement of agreement, his head turning forward as he allowed another awkward and well laden kiss to meet between your lips. "I'll try it in a way that makes sense for both of us."

"Fair play." His voice, though with its usual attempt to be blunt, only eased down into a cracking of his emotions as his head titled against your face. "But only as long as everyone here spekas it to some degree."

Your lip raised up bitterly, though there was the hue of warmth under it. Through Bojack and what you had both wrought out of each other had there been the disovvering of the reason why the both of you had been so emty previously, evry lifesitme of acidity or phae or dressing up of current purpose or idneinity only leading back down to the same core of only searching with a bigger ache before.

"I was meant to be your wife. I wa meant to love you for a lifetime, and even beyond that. It saves me. Let me save you by saving myself, and we'll allow the inevitable to follow the both of us in kind."

Bojack rasped out his own delicate ease of exhaust again, his body titled against the form of your hand as his skin threaded across your palms and allowed his plush body to raise against the curve of your touch, your lips gudnin across the conflicted puffiness of his eys as the worn features of his own were met by your lips. More than anything did yo want him to enter her in that moment; you wanted to be claimed by the man who always managed to turn your own self preception into a infatuated of understanding of whye veyrthing had been for you the ay it wad and why your own personal narrative had ever existed as it had or ever would, the panting partner beside you in his plush lovability and eased coflcited eyes and the precioussness across his tense romantic and drunken impsulvve, tormented feautres spoekaing of every emotional possibility relfecting agaisnt your own existence that had been contrived and made up by patterns of loneliness and humna pain, but you knew now what it meant when someone said it was worth it to feel the execution of a lfiestime of paint to have the eyes to see his, and to feel the richess of connection of what dressed between the both of you.

There was a madness there, and it had deepend and intertwined itself into a new introduced every morning every time you had woken up into eveeyr morning in that lrge, white mansion that seemed melancholic with the pain that dressed up the walls and the sense of compact humanity that seemd inheirntly tragic if only for how rich it was, as if the pain of life was executed even further because of the feeling f natural trrgedy that came wth feeling too deeply. He would be sitting across the balcony outside with his white robe draped around his shoulders, his neck eased up into thatgraceful sosphication with the splaying of his mane eae dout into multiple directions that suggested a well slept and even more loved night; his body would be lovable and would be the physical embellishemt of someone who was carrying every compact of that impossible love to his body that you had exuected through intertwined bodies and the cracked rasp of his voice as he had talked to you with tease in his eyes in what made up the messiness of the sheets and the wayyou were uanabel to see or feel about him as anything other than the consistent addiction of how you felt him with every deep passing day, and the narrative of how you had ben made throughout the phase sof your life to the perfect execution of a partner who was dessed in the unpreditcability of your matching, and the settlement of what you both needed. His body would ease against the balcony as the bttersweetness of the business of the Los Angeles city began to comve to life, melancholic in its own way as to what it represnered for Bojack and for what it wa anyway human childiness at its day to day practice, and the business of the city undernearht the orange and yellow light sky that was easing over the rooftops, te gentle shy start to a day after feeling rebirthed as it was between two bodies and the adoration of each other that only came from the preciosuness of that connection. His ears would be stoutly turnd up, his head titled as it swayed across in his innocent curiosity as his heavy and depthful and childlike eys eased across the expanse of the city, and you would be so eager, desperate, even, after a lifetime of phases and of a constant subciniouns pain that by the time you had found him at your age, you were sure if it didn't kill you off, it would render you to a subciniouss insanity; there as a grounding and hunger as your arms pressed by him in those quiet sunset morinings, and the heavines sof his eys would turned as his head titled towards yours, hveainess on his face that was usually the default across his exresison as the emptines of his eyes eased forward; and then the smallest raise of his lip as his eyes turned to yours, as grounding towards your pain as it wa sa romantic beauty to it, the very embodiment of what you had come to need by this time in your life, and him the execution of how he allowed you to follow him while you both held one another through what would have been unbearable otherwise.

Even now, it took your self-control not to be reduced to the passionate and desperate mess that Bojack himself was becoming right now, whether with his permission or with it's absence. Bojack's breath left his lips, his eyes gazing at you with his permission for you to guide him through whatever guide you were able to give him, despite his defiance in his expression that he was caged in by his own rules that in and of themselves were set to wrought him out of what could have been good for him.

You paused as your expression met his eyes that were traced by the wet squint in his expression, his eyes hollowed into the gentle ease of his expression as he looked at at you with his ease of toruebeld depth.

"Go on." His eyes were darting over to the crowd every now and then, but you could tell that there was a genuine look of his own attempt to keep himself grounded in you, despite whatever belief he had that there was no point in it.

You paused as one hand began to ease away from his shoulder, down back to the curve of his stomach, and it waiting by the curve of his body as you hesitant to bring it back to his private. You wanted to edge out your compatibility in this scenario with as much softness anf with a gradual ease as much as could be allowed and with a smooch authenticity of what it was to met the purity of emotional intelligence that would be on the other end of its conclusion."With?"

His ears flicked back, mouth pouted, thought that vulebraility didn't leave his expression."If you want to show me what it looks like to have something that you think I deserve to believe in, then-please."

There was the softness to his voice again as his voice faltered. Though the consistent wave of the lights eased across the side of his snout through the flashes, and there was a pain inside of him that transcended to emotional, there was just as much his own egging of permission, and somehow, the curiosity that he hedl of you following him with the muddled intentions of his mind that, above all else, were asking you to help bring him clarity towards what made up a lifetime of having emotional needs unmet, such as most, btu you were both yoru own personal languages to heal one another, and even just the companionship would help of you to follow one another in kind.

You nodded, with ease, but only for the the permission he was giving you with that road of clairty that as sharing up in front of the foggy aimless in front of both of you otherwise.

"Ok."

His head titled forward. "Yeah?"

"In our own way together; let's try to make this night something to make your future easier."

There was a guilt that led into his expression, and his eyes turned down as the muscles on his face smoothed into unknowing, but ultimately there was a clairty in his eyes as his conflciton met back on yours as his lip curved up.

Your lips grazed on his own, and another clumsy rasp of agreement met from his mouth and eased across your face. There was a desperate softness in his handsome soft eyes as you separated yourself from his intimacy of lips again, turning your eyes downward as you leaned yourself back against his body as you met your hands by the plush curve of his stomach again, keeling yourself down aain to meet by the curve of his lovable body. You heard Bojack break his concentration for a moment as he turend his head and snapped it over to the crowd, the chuckle that left his lip as he waved to them in kind. Meandering and tightroping on what he was used to to keeping him sane was going to follow in is grimy pebbles, just a sit had taken you some time for how you loved him to only be distantly felt at first, doubted, even, until there wa sa gradual opening up of eys of the most profound rhythm of focus and love emitted from hm that had taken patience, but now it was the entire core of anything that had ver made sense ot you or ever would.

It drove you both with a mild insanity how much you longed for and desired each other these days, at any given moment, after all those continued nights and days where each other had only torn back another layer of the other until there had been an increased redresisng of reality, both for one another and fro the life that surrounded the both of you, and it was brough to its peak at this heated spot where Bojack's question had brought you to the peak of your inviaiton of his insecurity of where he was, whether itneded or not, challenging the pinnacle of what he could stretch you out to.

It was a welcomed craziness, and you wanted to fall into every single intertwining of any little fabrication that your existence together brought you to to remember where you both were now; and why. That perfect chaos you had created together that, ironically enough, was also the very definition of peace that you had both been looking for since the moment you had both lost yourselve to pain all those years ago; but no there was a purpose and a containment for it, and it was already saved for whateb could have destroyed in terms of the mundane pain of your lives;

It was the strange xpanse of this only beeing the tip of whatever it was you underwood about loing him, if the richness of the way the spirit was could ever be understood, that felt as if it was only the tip of what you knew that made you still feel that fear outside of the warmth Bojakc gave you now.

"That's right. We're all having a good time tonight. We're all enjoying this together. Good-yeah, we're only at the pinnacle tonight."

Bojack's voice was eased into a tone of soft ease of his invited playfulness, a shyness to his tone, but for the most part could you sense a peace to the way he was strigning along the crowd, no doubt something hr was also execution for his own satificton and sense of grounding peace.

Your lips curved up, and your hands eased from where they were rested on his chin and shoulder as they began to caress across his slick skin and back down over to where his private was sitting between his sout legs. Bojakc's ownw altered and fonclcited eyes were easing towards the crowd as he was caught up in it for a moment, his hands eaves, exresison naturally guilty; but you knew he needed some rest to go back to the verison he knew in order to even have the energy of the idea of moving forward.

"Oh, man! Yes, Patricia, that is the cleaned up version of what we're doing tonight, I'm telling you!"

He chuckled, delcialltey, shyly, as his eyes eased into a tremor of his own guidance towards playing with the crowd. Your head turnd down as your lip raise dup diqueielty as your other hand found its way by his cock, palms pressing back onto it as your fingertips eased onto his.

"It's impossible to be able to ever return back to the lack of leverage you had once you know what genuine greatness feels like-which turns out its just humanity."

Bojakc chuckled, nervoiulsy, with a tone of lostnes, as his eys winced while his head turned down to you. "What?'

"Nothing." You eyes ease dup to his as your lip teased on his shaft again. "Just reflecting on how there's no going back from how I've loved you; hat I've ahceved and how diffrnelty I've seen things now that I have."

"No going back?" Bojack's attention was drawn to you entirely as his head snapped over to your eyes, fear on his fear. "I don't entirely appreciate the sentiment that statement has suggested."

"I think its wonderful. I couldn't ever go back to the person I wa before I loved you, can't ever relate or be that person again." Your lips eased forward as they rested and gave a kiss on the inner part of Bojack's plush thigh, your tongue easing across the sweat of his skin as your head tilted to the side while your hand contuied to eade further against the inside of his thighs. "I can't imagine how it feels once we go even further in this together."

Bojack's eyebrows knitted as he gazed at you with that frown painted up against his face-concern and an openness to be vulnerable towards whatever you suggested, but there was more bwidlerment to the point of pain thna there was curisurty the wya you had.

"I guess there's a point where things align at least a bit. At some point." His head titled downward, plush stomtahc easing onto his lap as his hands reached out and pressed on top of your head. At the sign of his affection did you feel the rest of whatever little noise you could perceive being around him begin to fall away with a phsyicla force this time; a sudden was of white noise surrounding yousneses as it overcame where there would have been empty aimlessness previously. His touch and his act of being tender with you was like nothing else; especially with the tint of precious ehustion in his tone of voice. "I can try to follow you and believe you with that."

He leaned down, plush stomtahc spilling out enough that it curved against your forehead, and the inaimcty of his snout pressing on the top of your head was enough to allow that heavenly feeling of warmth to ease between bodies as you felt your lips fully surroudned around his shaft, warm and filling your mouth as Bojack's chubby arms pressed around you, as safe as they were lovable, while his lips caresse against the top of your head, and with a rare act of showing in the imposisbiltiy of utter vulenrbaility in front of everyone he assumed was his threadline to sruveive did he kiss the top of your head. He lifted up his lips from where they were spoiling and pressing against your slick hair as he let in a sharp intake at the feeling of your lips easing against his cock in small rythams, which had already been rendered completely and hopelessly hard underneath his teasing and his massaged and maddening touches and even his movements that wer ebegging for you touch just from how he moved; your own skin was spoiled purple and the bruises he left behind had hardened your skin to a welcomed degree.

His inimaicty ha lost himself in the middle of the specific way you loved one another that was a feeling belognong and experienced only between your airs, lonely in its richness anc the answer to life that was experienced only to the two of you, but reosudnly satisfying to you both that it hardly mattered in the middle fo the night; just as he was now, despite all his words, grazing against you skin in a just as equally desperate fashion, leaving your body rendered and helpless, and getting entitley lost in one another the way that the both of you did when it came to the eternal feeling of soulmates as all other emotional and phsycial barriers of anything flawed or hidnerign fell into and was relaced by the spiritual enlightment that was the breaking of borders of any conemtn and left the both of you at full ease with only having what felt right and spiritual on instinct, as all right things did.

The trashiness of the people are their call to their increased spite was still vaguely heard even as you kept your inaimicty against Bojack's slick skin, and your hands trmebeld against craldeing his body onto your grasp as the other styed underneath his private. Bojack took a sharp intake as he eased his head backward, his head tilted back while his teeth eased out from his lip and the muscles on his face cramped. You could feel the exhaustion between the both of you att the expense of having to fight so hard just to feel a minute sense of relief in the middle of the chaos that came from the speech of people with their loud gritted language and their nosines and uncaring towards flinging that noise and hatred towards the both of you; to them, you were just another island of entertainment, understanding only the surace level of it, and refusing or unable to see anything further beyond it than their own abaility of perception, which was as low leveled and as barley inched into anything worthwhile as much as it came.

"You tell me if there's anything I can do to make this feel easier, sweetheart."

Bojack's snout rested on top of your head, and you felt his rasped breathing easing across the top of you as his plushbody guided across your hands. You could feel him strulgging to fully find his peace in coming into you and trusting you to allow himself to fully unravel the eway he did in the sheets, and that strain was even deeper the more he eased his body onto yours, through you could feel the breaking of it through that somber admirable rasp of his breath, and the deepening on his inaimicty as stout fingertip eased across the back of your head. You felt your protection and that humble human intimacy increase further from the clusminess of his breath and the impossible pain of his eased and squninted eyes a shis hands caressed on the back of your hand, gripping onto your as he felt the way you eased your pleasure into him fully with the wamrtht hat flowd through you both fro the grounding of loving one another; there was a strain to it, knowing that you both understood that it was all eithe rof you had in the dea of inhumanity, but the more Bojack's snout eased across the top of your head with his breath easing across the top of your head as he pulled further into your body with his ccck easing across your fingertips into a delicate physical intimacy that seemed to be redressing itself into something Bojakc had previously thought impossible of the activity that he had used to think was only capable of redressing in the most superficial and used fashions.

"I think we're executingt the general idea." His voice was cracked, rasped and gentle as his voice threaded across the top of your head, hs fingertips an ease of grounding fort he both of you as he contuiend to allow his body to press and ease further onto the side of your embrace and iniaimcity. "If nothing else at least this will keep things at bay in the upcoming days when they at least have some cute little scanrior they can dig their fingers into and talk about in that stupid way that makes sense to them. Bojack and his wife, redmerption arc, or groteustuely executed intervention of bodies-however you want to label it. God knows they will thesmselevs anyway."

"I never want to stop seeing you." Your lips separated from the intimacy of where your mouth was grazed across his shaft, and though the action was the component of something that was the equvilenet to the joke and the uncanny disgust and amusement of the people that surrounded the both of you now, there was an eternal patience and gentleness to what youw ere giving Bojakc and his clouded perspective with the way youtouched him and loved on him, from the tapping of your fingertips on his private to the way your lips kissed on the inside of his plush thighs, which they were tailing to do now as your head turned to the side and pressed against the side of his skin, lips grazing with a slick softness against his skin as your mouth grazed against it. Bojakc shuddered as you heard his voice rasp with being overwhelmed as his head titled forward at the feeling of your touch; the fact that the entire of his existence it had been executed that it had been so undeserved, his existence trashy and superficial for himself as well as his agreeability that it was what he deserved, somehow made it all the more sweeter; addicting, even, and he felt the relief as much as you felt it by executing it as your lips continued to guide across his thighs.

"I don't know how to pormsie that you neve have to." His voice cracked as he spoke, rasped with gentleness as he did with that strain in his voice, and as it was with every detail of him, you knew that there was a sign withe everything he was made of that he was made of something that was suited to loving and dressed in a reileient extent of compatibility. "But-we have made tit his far."

"And I'll love you through any path you need-including this one." Your head titled aagaisnt the gentleness of his plush and lovable thighs as your hands reached out and caressed against them, and your alluring of your impossible tender human attraction onl thrilled inside of you further a syou felt the softness of the curve of his stomach easing on the top of your head, the plush pant of the raise of his stomtahc, the happy trial exectued across your skin. "We'll naviagte through whatever noise the world puts us though that would desotry anyone who focused more on the outward of the world instead of inside." Your head titled up as your chek gently rested across Bojack's thigh as his own worn face and squinted wet eys turne down to you, complicated with an ease of a tension on his face as he panted while he gazed down at you, eeys tormented and wet, but there wa sa lifetime just from the year you had loved him in those depths, and there were already countless lives to be lived just from taking him in.

There was that sotic cycnissm on his face, and his eyes flciekd as his ears splayed downward and gazed across your body, almond and dakr and the most impact human experience you would ever take in just from the virtue of looking into them, the same way you knew from your own experienced the promise of a rich heart from the extensive amount that came along with human suffering. :

"I wish I could say I believed that. With the way that it is I'd say I'm more so just starting to try tna dunderstan what this feels like longterm, and even if I did manage to believe or follow you-" His teeth poked as his eyes turend downward, wet and uncertain that gazed against his eyes. "-I don't know if I'll be able to keep my peace with it long term. Or even know what that means. Look at what I expected you to do tonight."

Your eyes dimmed, and your fingertips eased away from where they rested on his thigh as it instead traveled to his cock, your fingertips moving forward as they gudied across his shaft again. Bojack's muscles treamored in reaction, but there was a grounding hat came along with the natural sens of warmth and home you gave one another despite the chaos of what surrounded you.

"Tonitght-anyt night-as long as it comes from what we carry, is something that makes sense to me. Any night as it is in general, as long as it makes sense to you."

Bojakc's eyes dilated as he his expression gazed over you. "You're..sure."

"It's a feeling that's just with me, darling. It's so powerful and guides me so much that its something that I don't entirely believe in or even trust sometimes; but it always comes backt o me, and its all from the core of loving you and what you inspite and carry along with me."

"And you don't..think it'll change or fail at all at any certain point."

"I do." Bojack's eyes winced, head titled back with an ease as he watched you in question, eyes flicked with doubt as he gazed over at you. "But that's part of what proves to me every day that through the intensity of the world and people's way of tryingto destory me along ith everyone else, and my own doubt if we can carry one another, that makes it all the more beautiful when it does, and has, every single day."

Bojack's eyes flickered in thought as his expression winced, the wear on his fac executing the world's lack of peace it had ever promised him or even given him the suggestion of.

"The suffering that I went through to find you-the suffering that you have as a person anyway, sweetheart; it depend what we can give each other, and it deepend our hearts and characters and experiences. That's all that matters, is clinging onto that human truth for one another, the purity that we give each other, and the human feeling that follows us." Your head turned as you cheek kept pressed onto Bojack's thigh, looking over to the extent of the crowd and of the shoving of people of the cameras and their lou voices and context of conversations that youw ere sure were far from forgiving. "The rest of humanity can fall into despair and hatred and superifciial means of consumption for deranged unsatifxaiton and leave away emotional wisedom for a choatic life even as they feel it desotying them, but that dosne't meant that we have to go down with them. If anything, it means we can leverage and separate ourselves from them."

Bojack's eyes were profoundly eased inot a wet glint as his head turned down, eyes reflected with exhaust in them.

"I never knew what that meant. I've known so many people that did this stupid thing of 'winnig', but they never made it through life, and people who had ever reason to end their life to live content and survive." His head titled up, the lights eased across his snout as his eeys winced while he raised one hand in front of his expression to keep the lights from blinding him. "I'll never understand it. At best, I can just try to keep myself with whatever feels right, but I'm not sure I cna even trust that if I don't know where everything leads long term."

Bojack's voice was so sincere in his human gentleness, consideration as he reflected in that profound heart that you had known from the start separated him from the the majority of people you had ever met or knew, despite the impulsive waywardness of that of which he possessed that had caused him into entanglements; and yet every day, he had come out on the other side of it, and you could still see that profoundly of heart through his very air, even if it was double edged with every doubt he ever carried.

"Then it dosen't matter."

Your body readjusted back onto his thighs, and his eyes, simple soul executing out of them in their simple nature of interpretation of exsitence turned upward as his ears eased back, all of the profound ease of curiosity on his expression a shis eys titled on yours. "We speak and we can see the same genre as one another, and that's how I was able to find you." Your hand eased away from his thigh and back over to his cock, and Bojack's eyes lifted further into an alert as he felt you both taking controls of your intimacy again. "Let's do what you suggested and only live and follow, and let time and things pass as they are and both keep ourselves by each other to keep us grounded while life snd its lessons passes us. Let's fight it, and let it be at the same time."

His eys darted in his worried thought. "And you're ok with that?"

His voice was piped, humble, and the most concerned and tender his one had ever been. You felt your lip curve up as you turned you head back to his shaft, easing your lips downward as your lip pressed on his private the same place where it had provide the iniamcity of ease against the skin of his thigh a moment ago.

"Something I keep thinking about concerning the both of us-how our suffering and your depth has saved me and carrid me through each day." Your thumb caressed against his member,and your elt his body shudder from the emotional and physical connection as your lip pressed a kiss on the tip again. " It's how I feel with us loving each other and staying human in a world becoming increasingly more inhuman. There's no part of you I don't want to love, that I can't love, that I don't want to experience how to love for as long as I live-the only thing that could destory me at this point is the idea of you being worst off for it, or of never being able to know what it felt liekt o love you."

Bojack's eys were darting in his uncerinity as his expression lowered, and the trouble in his eyes eased further into confliction, and you could imagine the softness of his eyes that had draw you in with his specific modest but human grounding of his depth with every way of which you spoke.

"You say that. And I hear you." His head shook slightly as your eyes lifted up from where they were rested on the inaicmity of his member, and your lips, closed against the inaicmity of bodies, eased up as they flutteed up to the handsome curve of hs face and the gentle beg of his eyes. "But I'm telling you I don't understand what it looks like to entirely believe in that." His hand waved sloppily in front of him, drunkenly as his body swayed across the counter. "Espcially with people like that woman who want to do anything to make something that could finally eb normal or good sound like its the first step to some deranged descutrion when all I want is to figure out what a wife even is."

His voice was cracked and trembled, and it was enough to make you feel such a profound enlightenment, the same way he always did; but there was something in the emotional unpredictability of infatuation with him that was fully embedded into a concentration of a predictable focus in order to navigate the tools in front of the both of you in whatever way you could manage, a certain reaos to how you both felt that would cause the both of you to lead and guide each other through the navigation of the world as how it actually was aciteely, rather than what you wished it was. "Let's focus on tonight."

Bojack's eyes flitred down to your eyes again. As he felt your mouth ease back otno his member, an understanding and vague boyish teasing enter his eyes as his expresson eased down to your hands as your head titled downward, back onto the intmacty of his member as your head titled and eased across his private. His teeth eased out from his lip as he watched you, eyes dimmed and guided across your intimacy as he felt you lean froward.

"And allow our bodies to do more of the talking, right?" There was a flutter of his eyes as he turned his expression as his eyebrows eased own onto his expression, a slight vague cocky humor to his face as his eye brows threaded down into humor, or at least the attempt of it. His hands were rested on your back, and your head titled upward, while your eyes met up against his eyes that were eased into his expression as he turned his eyes downward to the reading of your expression, both guided and warmth as your expression threading up to his into a gudining of his eyes as his head titled downward. He began to ease his hips further onto yoru as he eased himself off the counter, the muscles on hs face treamoring with his conflicted ease and the overwhelmed feeling of what came along with being human epically for someone as wretched as the dressing up of his headspace.

"Get to the sucking, pretty lips! Some of us need to make a pretty penny from this, assholes!"

Bojack's ears snapped backward as his head tilted to the side with his eyes winced up. His eyes harded, but there was a teasing against his eyes as a tremor of a ighting humor eased across his expresson while he turend his head upward.

"Hey-why don't you get out your goddamn cameras and try to get a real angle for your dry conversation at home, assholes!"

His voice cracked, but there was a confident line to his voice as he spoke it to the rasp of his edge of fight in his voice that was executed further by his increased intention. His grunted as he turned his head downward, and, with vague impsulion but still with the same intention of his flash of detmraiton did he turn his head forward as his lips eased against yours. There was a desperation to the action as his head tired forward and crashed his lip across your mouth, ears flicked back as his hands and caressed against your cheeks, his voice rasped against your mouth as his head titled to the side. The muscles on your face treamored as your head titled back as his lip pressed on your own, your head eased back as his murmur crashed across your lip.

"Don't force yourself into this in a wya that dosnen't feel like us, darling." Your voice treamored against his lip as his snout eased against your lip, murmuring a slight vague rasp as his voice eased across your mouth.

"I want them to shut up. And the best way to do that is by meeting them with where they're at."

Your body eased back against the front of his lips as he turned his lips across your mouth, and your body eased back further on your hips. There was a slight edge of a lostness to his voice as he clumsy eased his lips across your mouth, turning his head to the side as his eased his hand onto your cheeks and pulled himself further into you. The sounds of the vague insults and the natural flair of flawed projecitions of people in their amusement increased as their voices snapped out to the two of you, and though you could feel your own exhaustion and anxiety getting the better of you at the sounds of them, your head titled back as you felt the jaded edge of Bojack while he pulled his body against yours. There was that truth and that profound purity at his core, no matter what statements or words he spoke that would have changed the way he spoke otherwise.

Your hands eased on his cheek as you felt his edged rasped voice ease with an almost malicious fire against the edge of his tone as his lip grazed against your mouth, his head titled to the side as he kept his hands gripped by your cheek. His voice mumbled as it pressed firmly onto your mouth, and as his voie eased firmly onto your lip and you felt the full edge of his demeanor in all of its comcpliated melancholy and jduemtns and inseuciitres and the compact combaintion of what made him up did you allow your protest of his impulsivity to ease further onto your body, no longer fighting it but instead easing yourself into it further.

"Check out this for your goodman iphones, dipshit."

it as he raised his lip up from your mouth as his eyebrows turned down in a determined flair. Your turned your head down as you felt Bojack's hands kept firmly gripped onto the side of your cheeks, and Bojack snapped his head back over to you as he eased his snout back against your lip. The chuckles of the crowd increased, as well a their amusement as they turned their head to the side and began to fall into comment with following along with Bojack's own clumsy edged narrative, thoug there was enough cockiness in it that you could tell that he was used to spewing out his execution of control in the only way he knew how.

"The more you egg the on the worse it's going to get, sweetheart."

"Well, maybe it should." Bojack's voice was becoming deeper in the tone of his challenge as he eased his lip furher onto your voice, tone compelled and challenged as the ease of his chlaneg was alluring in the sudden sharp edge of his desire to not be taken by the overcoming narrtaitve of the crowd around the two of you. "If they want to come and show and and playa long with what I thought of we need to go all the way or there was no point in doing it in the first place."

Your lip was fully immersed by Bojack's ease of his mouth onto your lip, and your head turned back as you felt the guide of his challenge through his mouth as he tried to take the transfer of his need to respond to the lack of innocence of others and to take it and readjust it in the way he needed. Your hands reached out and eased onto his wrist, your body turning back as his voice allured you into that edge tint of how he spoke with his own compelling challenge that was for the inner conflict of his unwavered torment that would never find peace, along with the combination of the sense of desperate control he had on it-or wanted to.

There was a lostness to the way his hands held your face, but there was a softness of a core reserved only for the two of you, and the both of you felt it as well as you knew it. There was a pain toe evyrting he was doing; a lostnes that was threatening to strike him in a way he wouldn't have been able to come back from in the tragic delcialy known as humanity; but for the time being waa there only the acceptance of where you both were at. Ironically, by losing themselves, you had found each other, and it was within each other and by each other that you had found only the deepest and the most irreplaceable sort of peace-though admittley you could both feel how sickly and unwavered it was.

You smirked, though the action was more of something that was inhriently warm in response to Bojack's mouth as you felt that ease of that natural homlienss and caretaking that you both gave one another so easily, the inaimcity of you bodies having the impossibility to be anything but pure. His mouth pressed onto yours in a rasped breath against your mouth, your head eased back as your hands helped the edge of his plush handles as it eased onto your hips.

"C'mon." His voice was edged, still with that core of that puriy, though for the time being there was more of an impatience that was coming align with his ego. "Let's show them, at least for one night. Who knows what things will be like in a few months.I-we, may never get this chance again."

His voice had that comclciated desperation in him; there was something about Bojack that seemd especially comcplaited in his air and the ay he carried himself that was both inaitming, pure, sinul and at ease witht eh pollution of the world all at once.

"We both know we belong here. And that's all we need is belonging, right?" His lips continued to breath with the purity of his tone as he spoke, and the almost childishness of his purity spoke as your breath eased across his face. "We just need to that to keep ourselves straight. Even if its in something that's flawed or seems wrong or whatever else, even if it's wrong together. We can still try to focus on that, and as far as I can tell that's all we need."

Your lips pressed with his fleshly lips easing onto yours into his own soft ease of intimacy, and your mouth raised up as your hand reached out and pressed on his hand to give you grounding against his intimacy.

"There's a purty to you, sweetheart." Your lips trembled as you felt Bojack's mouth graze up ahaisnt your mouth as his head titled to the side.

"Yeah?"

"But its' buried underneath what the world made you, the same way it does for everyone eventually." You breathed out a sigh as Bojack's eyes threaded into purity for a moment while his eyes dimmed as he gazed at you, pupils threading between you eyes as his eyebrows lowered down. Your eys were dimmed as you watched him separate himself for a moment, and his eyes eased won into his drunken thought, as somber and reflective as much as he was exhausted as ears flickered down.

"Well-" He shrugged as his shoulders eased up into a wave of indifference, and the heavy drunkenness of his eyes turned back up to you, as uncertain as they were rich as his head tilted and swayed. "What did you expect for coming around someone who's chosen to live a life like this?"

"I was-"

"You think I'm better than all these other people, and I'm not. Maybe what you see is just something you made for your own personal journey, maybe it's something that's not even real. Ever thought of that? Because I know how you see things, how you're capable of seeing things, and I'm telling you that whatever you see, it's something that was already there from the start. If your vision is starting to clear up then maybe it's not my fault."

"It's alright."

Your hands pressed across Bojack's cheek, and the vent of his words lowered as his eyes dimmed as he watched you, his cheek resting aaisnt the back of your hand as his words faltered into a tender wave of unceirnity, teeth poeld as his eyes lost a bit of their abraiev life.

"Is it?" His head eased back as he watched you in question. "Because you're making it sound like you're putting puzzle piece after pice back together when you already know what the full portrait looks like."

"You don't need to do this, You know what I mean."

His eyes winced as his head titled back while he watched you in question. "Not necessarily in the context of how you're saying it, no."

"Yes, you do." There was an edge to your own voice as Bojack's eyes flicked up into a wide expanse of his sudden onslaught of exhaust as he head titled up towards your body, hands still pressed across your cheek as his eyes flicked across your expression, and eyebrows tensed as the eased into a cramp as he watched you. "You know that I see you. And I know how long you've been waiting for even the slightest relief to get you out of your head from the suffocation."

"Please." His teeth poked out as his eyes hardened while he watched you with a hard ease against his eyes. "That doesn't mean that I trust entirely that you actually mean what you're saying."

"When I say it-"

Or that even if I did, that I have any trust in it, you understand?"

His hand pressed on his chest, and there was a crack to his voice as he spoke, eyes eased into desperation as his ears flickered back in his own guide of desperation. You paused as you took in what he was really saying; he only saw and felt the layer that you had described of what he had taken on, whether intentional or not, to be able to respond to the rest of the world.

"You're that core. It's in everything you are. You have that rarity of purity of heart that only comes from a certain age of existence that's a true test of a genuine virtue; something that can exist and as openly and as consistently and still have the belief that you do, whether you mean t or not, and that profound endurance in you despite the world entirely not believing it."

His head titled as he watched you in speckitcal question. "And you think I do?"

"I know you do. It's that feeling that I have with you-I always do, i can't help it. It's a feeling that's so rich and so naturally enduring that no amount of anything anyone ever makes up or says could ever change how it is. It's like the way I feel about you; it simply is, and it carries us through the both of our lives in whatever way it comes naturally, and it is." Your head titled to the side as Bojack kept his worn eyes, compact with the extension of the compact with the coomeplling nature of human emotion, up against yours, posture pathetic and leaned forward in a tilt of his body as he turend his body forward with your hands easing on his hip as you kept his previously guide of animosity against your hands. "Don't lose that. And don't pretend like you don't know and understand that truth as much as I do."

"Very fancy words." His voice eased into a rasp, and there was a gentle edge of humor to his tone as he spoke, along with a reflection of agreement in his tone as he husked in his soft appreciation to you while his head tilted back onto your head.

"Not fancy. Not even thought of, really. Just true. And it'll be true whether we agree or follow it or not. I think it's just a matter of following our path together and to not be deterred or dissuade from whatever it is that surrounds us."

"Great." Blunt, swayed, uncertain, but with a guide of his own gradual ease o agreement into what you were speaking. "Now it's just time to figure out what that means and how to nvaite it over all this other nonsense. And that term is putting it gently."

"I know." Your head eased forward as you allowed your fingertips to ease across his lovehandles further, fingertips now slick against the hide of his skin that eased comfortability and agreeable onto your touch. His cheke titled across the top of your head, and there was tha impossible hard to find wamrht and unconditional purity between the both of you that was unfathomably unevidnet in the majority of people that srrudned you, both successful and those hwo had made and created and those hwo hadn't; their lack of wisefom and purity or humanity hadn't been even remotely shy of not being present, in down to every way they mved and spewed out their trashy tones ans jumeld their elbows against their bodies and contuined to spew out every word that was buried in the context of the core of humor; a malicious and trashy replacement for the single edged warmth between the both of you that contuidn to increase of a purity that Bojack was having trouble eleven accepting existed, much less that it was for and came for him.

You began to tease your fingers with a rhythm as he continued to let out his own soft breaths, and tender as they were pure and compelling their own impossible rich humanity. He took to raising his head up to the crowd whenever the noise became louder, then leaning down against as his snout grazed against the curve of your neck with his breath guidning across your neck, thrusting his back his head back slightly as his body shattered underneath your touch from the connection; the impossibility of it, especially as far as Bojack's mindset was concerned that had hardly ever even believed in the mudnnity of good or of caring, though you hd sensed that remarkable essence from the start, the feeling of the precious need to protect it from a world and crowd that hardly even know what they were hellbent on destroying by wanting to desotry it, only knowing that it was the opposite of anything they believed or any humanity they would ever feel.

"I don't think this should belong to me." Bojack's voie was imposisbly low toned and reflective as his breath shook against your neck. Your head turned up as your nose and the molding of your face eased across his cheek, your lip caressing across his branwy skin as you turned your head beside his skin.

"What was that?"

There was a gruff breath of a sign from Bojack, partly in amusement, partly for his catiuion of some compelling uphold of resistance that he held. His head turned as you felt his snout ease across your cheek, your muth raised up across his cheek as your lips caressed on his skin.

"You would try to turn that into the opposite point."

His voice was cracked with emotion, his snout eased across the edge of your cheek as your hands threaded across his shoulders. The somber tone of his voice was edged with his own exhaust as he spoke, and the ehaviness in it in and of itself was enough to draw you in to the want of taking him away from at least the narrative of his pain for as much as you were capable.

"You're my joy, darling." You said it with all sincerity, your tone eased into a cracked emotion as it met against Bojack's cheek. He gave a slight gruff of a laugh that was broken and full of discontement, but a soft edge of his own acceptance as he turned his head to the side with his worn eyes and the dep wrinkles under his bags closed, adding to the preciousness that came along with the depth of one who had truly suffered and the reward taht came from the relief you were now granted.

"I don't even know what that means." He said it earnesty, voice somber as he spoke, butt here wa sa vauge edge of lightness more present in his tone now. It wasn't unlike the melancholic but ultimately impactful overhwlemd heaviness that made up his life, the universe he had wanted you to come into, heavy and soft and incredibly human and humble, and full of a reosudning consistent dry eyed isolated and mundane pain.

"Not long term, anyway. What I'm supposed to do with what we keep dressing this up as. I don't know if I can try to untlize it. I don't know if I even know how. And I'm sure everyone ehre tonight knows that, and they'll do everything they can to try and make sure they let me know it in whatever way they get the chance."

"But you suggested this tonight."

"I wouldn't call my decisions something to necessarily be celebrated and much less believe in, but yes."

Your fingertips trialed on his mane, and he breathed deep as he guided his snout further onto the curve of his neck, and that melancholic beauty that he carrid with him that had ben his adventure file and impsulive relfecive life, not unlike yours or the lostness of it, was executed through his every insecure thought and uncertain touch against your body, and you took every one for what it was; a natural rejuvenation of life and relief, despite whatever others narratives or actions may have occurred otherwise around you.

Your head turned up as your mouth met his, and with another clumsy breath of his tone against your own did the muscles on his face tremble with their intensity as he gave a rasp of a breath agaisnt your mouth. There was a promise there for a moment, a rich message between you that you were both superior not in any foresen means by most eyes but rather through the spirituality superiority of having a pure and confident answer that passed btween the both of you that saved you from the reckless spoiling of the world and its loudness that ate itself in and out otherwise.

"Thank you for ivniitng me into your world." Your mouth eased away rom Bojack's lips, and his already heavy and druken wet uncertain eyes ease down at the statement, until a smile curved up at his lip as your fingertip caressed at the button of his chin to turn up, eyebrows lowered and his expression encompassed against this expression as his face fell while looking up at you with that genre of that tenderness that had caused you to be eased to hm to begin with. "It's beautiful, unique, and the most compelling one I've ever known and ever will know."

He chuckled, gently, eyes turned down as his ears flickered back. "Yeah, well. If you're going to invite someone in somewhere you may as well make sure its at least somewhat bearable for either of you for while they're there, right?"

Your eys darted across the purity of his fce, from the way his eyebrows lacked dwownard and rested across his tender eyes, the soft childish repreability of his smile that was curved into something that was the essence of asking for what was inside of you that felt impossibly good to give him; the gentle raise and ease of his ears and they turned back. Your thumb caressed on his lip as another curve of his teeth eased out from his lip as his softened apoloegtci eyes turned back to you again, eyes eased back as his head titled while he felt your intimacy guide across his lips.

"I'm right here, and with the way it feels, I'm hoping I always will be."

Had the sentence not been spoken so sincerely there was a good chance that Bojack would have used ti as a chance t dispel any reality of richness of compelling humanity, but as it was there was only an increased ease of softness against his face as his eyes flike back upt o you again, teeth raised out of his lip as he gave you an awkward grin, muscles on his face cramped with tension of emotion.

"The best thing I'd have to ever say to that is good luck."

His eyes were lowered in his dim infatuation as his head titled further onto your touch, and his voice was full of the most sincere authentic encouragement that eased into his tone as his lowered infaucted eys eased into yours. Love looked incredibly good on him; it made his features wonkish, but there was so much softness of sincetty that yo y had come to memroize in the way you had made love in the sheets in his large bed in the middle of the night, all phsiliopheis, whether good or bad or hard or soft or forgiving or otherwise, fell away into the softness known as human nature of wha felt good; love and beeief and of everything he was for you, just as he was now, plump body eased onto the counter as his eyes flciekd upt o yours in his guide of tenderness.

"And the idea that I'm trying to do the same thing. In the best way that makes sense to me." His voice was compelled and somber as his eyes closed while he felt your lips press by his again, and it was the most refreshing and pure feeling, as all things with him where; he feeling of his rasped low toned and amused voice, laden with insecurity and welcome as the worn hue of his face turned back while he felt your lips on his, cutting off his words gently with the intimacy of his mouth while allowing his mumbled words to speak to you through the tender welcome of his tone. "It's not much, but."

"We're fine." Bojack hummed against your lips, and you could feel the genuine unraveling now, rather than just the suggestion of it as his body rocked across your palms. "You're more than fine."

In the middle of the scenario with the mocking eyes and camera lights and the shouts of people of their trahsiness that was enocuagng Bojack's already hardly presented confidence or sanity, it was easy to believe that he could come up with a all of another dry responded, but the sincerity in his voice was as pure, and as life saving, as much as the soft confession of his tone as he spoke, white wet of his eyes meeting up onto your eyes and filling you with that spiritual promsie of grounding just ffrom theose softened eyes and the even more somber eased tone.

"I'd like to think so."

Your head titled down, easing your body back in front of his private as your palm reached out and eased on his cock. He tensed, but his ncertain sickliness in his durken eyes turned over tot he crowd, and the softnest curve of a smile tugged at his lips; not necessarily one of which was a pure as much as the one encouraged by what you shared, but rather a superficial temporarily patting of something that would cause more issues later; but the look of his worn snout and the sophisticated grace of his snout and how the lights of the impulsive gree dof other people that came from the flashes of the camera as they reflected on his snout and met his tired eyes, the array of his spewed out mane that suggested the unfocmortable unstable nightfor what it was, and all of the beautiful reckless impsulivity of that of which had made his life and the promise that you had to touch him, and that you would always be one anothers.

"I'd be lost without you, you know." You spke it like a map, hoping that he would be willing to follow. His ears flicked at your words and his rich conflicted eyes runed back down to your touch again, your hands threaded across his private as your lips curved up, head ease down as you pressed your lip on his private. "You're my center. Without you, I'd be just as aimless as much as every given person that gives you that disgust in your eyes that I can recognize insanity."

"Do I make it that obvious?" His eyebrow raised, aprt from teasing as his head titled while his eyes eaed across your expression. "I thought I kept it just hidden enough based off of the constant wannabe 'witty' humor people carry around or whatever they do that makes them think I don't feel annoyed at them."

"I'd be just like them. Even worse." Your eyes reflected across the flashes of the blue lights, reflected against the white and blue that caressed and eased across your expression an adding to something that was connected to something that was both pity for the others and a fear in your own of the possibilities that could concern the human spirit. Your head shook as you turned your head downward, eyes dimmed as your fingertips grasped onto his private again, head turned downward as your eyes dimmed. "I can't imagine who i would be or what I would become if I ever lost you."

"Hey-hey." Bojack's voice was uncertain was attempting at taking you out of your headspace as your head turned up, your lip pressed delicately onto his leg again. His lip raised up in an attempt of reassurance as he watched you with his eyes gentle, at ease, lip raised up as his hands pressed in front of him in a gentle gesture. "It's going to be ok. I'm going to try my best to make this something that can make sense." His eys darted downward, and his palms rested on your shoulders. "You're right, these people aren't someone I should be so concerned about. I've moved on from them. I'm-above them, in a sense, I guess." His voice dimmed as his eyes flickered to the ground, voice tripped as he tried to find his recenterment. His eys wicked in all of their sincerity that had taken you from the start as your head eased upward. "I'm just trying to figure out what that means. And I'm sorry that this is more than likely one of countless incidents I'm going to come up with trying to achieve that."

Your head turned up as your eyes gently met onto the ease of his own, his expression irreparable with his sincety of emotion. Your head titled down as you took in his words, somber and at ease and your hands reached back out to his inner thighs again and have them a caress of your palm. Bojack;s body tensed as he took in a break, but his body relaxed as he eased his thigh back into your touch. Your own hands continued to tease by the lovability of his hips, your head turned down as it graduated away from his lips and back down to his private, lips turned upward as your emotion surpassed conversation and instea was best commucniated through pure, raw touch and firsthand human experience.

You saw Bojack unravel in front of you. You raised your eyebrows as your smirk turned into a full smile. You lifted up your head slightly as you begin to gently kiss him on his inner slick stout thighs once again; but Bojack's hands gripped onto the back of your head instead as he pulled you upward, this time with insistence.

"I did mean what I said about making sure everyone getis something out of this tight. Even these guys. Especially after-" His thumbs threaded on your cheeks as he hedl you, in his humble and treamored way that was so naturally delicate at his core and touch as he raised you up to meet his incredible eys. "The great tripping of the two passionate lovers tonight."

Your lip curved up as your head leaned onto his palm, your body aching slightly from moving between his thighs and back onto the plush curve of his body, but welcoming ti the same as your head eased across his eyes

"You don't have to worry so much about people or whatevr it is they're doing, you know. Any conviction that you do comes from icneuicrty inside of you."

Bojack's eyebrows flickered as he watched you, determination eased on his eyebrows as they lowered into that slight fire of a smirk that transcended further into a gentleness that he carried with everything he did.

"No?"

"People are an extension of the way things shouldn't be most of the time; it's a part of the human race and the way people are made. It's why you've been where you've been, why I have. They're an extension of the noise and temptation and desires of what makes people the opposite of what people need to stay and to wanto be alive. If you're away from people, you're only away from their own failure, and you can find purity in yourself in if trust yourself to find the natural finding of it."

Bojack's eyes winced as he gazed at you in a question as adorable as it was compelling.

"Yeah, I don't know. I've had plentl of time alone and I never once came close to anything 'inside' of me for it. If anything, it just hide me away further from that." His eyelids lowered in sarcasm as he looked at you with a dry gaze, finger snapped forward to you. "Not recommended generally for someone who enjoys the freedom of destroying his body however he wants in the process."

Your eys darted across his. His hands easing and holding your face was the definition of thos esoft laden morinigns where there was no noise, news judgement, or even motives; only existing into the best feeling of warmth and compelling bond between one of you that came from that grounding knoiwng that everything you did for one another came from the knowledge that every movement was the extension of something unconditional. "Me too."

His ears flicked, his innocent look eased onto his eyes and reminding you how irreparably and adorably simple he could be. "Really?"

Your head turned down, and Bojack's teeth poked while his ears lowered as he watched the way your head eased across his chest. Your head titled to the side as your own hands miriroed the inamtcy of his palms on yours as your head titled to the side across his modled chest, turning your hed to he side as your lip tease across the unconventional molding of his body.

Your lips met against the inaimtate and small details that made Bojack and his body, considered unremarkable to the average eyes as your ehad titled and lips met by his biceps as your head eased to the side while threading across his skin, your hands weaving up and down aaisnt his shoulder.

"This world allows you anything but for someone to love you; to gie me the permission to. My humanity ends up suffocated, uncertain, aimless, to the point where I can barely believe in it at all; and when I lose that feeling, I feel like I'm losing my own humanity."

Bojack took a shakn rasp. "I know what you mean. As much as I'm able to, anyway. I never feel like I came close enough to even know what that looked like to begin with except for less than the idea of it that had no grounding in reality. No matter what woman I dated or how she was dressed up physically or whatever made her something that caught my attention, which became cheaper overtime, it got to the point where I didn't think anything beyond surface level existed. I didn't even care about anything else after a cerin point except living for the idea of it even if the feeling wasn't there because the opposite of not allowing the feeling at all wa worse."

"You bring me back to that, every time." Your lips caressed across his chest. The flashes increased, along with the inaimty as the satisfaction of the trembling of your bodies as Bojack eased out an amsued breath at the feeling of your genuine whsoepred words against his chest. "You're the relief that takes me away from the mockery and spite that allows anything common in humanity; which is common-"

"Common for a reason, which is why people spite their own nature that makes something like that common to begin with, which shows humanity is eating into itself, I know." His eyes were lowered into a gentle easing of contentment of his attraction and gentle ease as his eyes softened while guidning across your body with the comfortable intimacy that came along with his smile and the agreement of his soft eyes. "You've told me many a time for met o start doing more than just repeating word and pahrses that I don't understand, sweetheart. I can almost start to apply it to my own reality now in a way that makes sense."

Your eyes turned up as it met his expression eased down onto yours; there was a softness of heat to his eyes that eased out the purity of charm in his expression as his eyelids eased down onto your expression as you eaed your head up, chin rested onto his knee as your eyes met the charm of ease of grace on his snout and the gentle ease of his heat against his eyes with his eyes lowered against the charm of his eyelids.

"You're so beautiful." Your lip curved up as you eased your head forward and threaded your lip onto his, Bojack giving a breath of his own response as he felt your lips pressed onto his. "You make look every state of being alive or any form of it something beautiful."

"Enough to make a drunk party look attractive. I'll take it."

Voice rasped and gentle, low as his hands eased across your hip. Your lips caressed away from his mouth as he allowed his palms to ease away from yours, your hand pressed onto his shoulder as your hips found his again. the black hair from Bojack's choppy main eased on his snout as it tickling against your skin all the while while your face was rendered into that masculine but softened helplessness-Bojack chuckled, in a way that suggested taking control as he eased his snout forward and threaded his snout across your face as he puled you into the more sohcpiated side of his air.

"You're right about everything, honey. All of it." His voice compelled into a gentle eased as his eyes lowered as you took in the charm of his wamr laden charismatic eyes under heavy eyelids. "I'll tr to live by it. As much as I'm able to."

"You were also right about another thing,"

"What? The not taking anything I think of tonight part, or the woman and her strnageness and ignoring her part?"

"We should make this something they can remember. You deserve a redressing up of reality, if anothing else."

"Oh." His voice was edged in ucnerinity but there was also that flair that spoke of his natural navigation of confidence, or at least the general equation of it. His ears flicked up as his eys enlightened as his lips snapped further onto your snout. Your hand reached out and griped against his member, and Bojack's eyes widned as he felt your body thread back onto the curve of his thighs while you pulled back into his embrace.

"Alright. Rocket ship time. Let's go off!"

There was a narrative that enrichened that increased when you were with one another that caused increased confidence the more you focused on him, and from the teasing manchild light in his eys as they winced in exctment, you met against his energy and he felt it the same. His skin gace away the true wear of the night and the effect it was having on him; the wrinkles on his deepend under eyes and the excitement of his childihness was at odds, but it was only the execution of the endurance of the gentle edge of his sporoti.

His mouth hung open in a complete erratic expression of the moment as he felt your grasp tease further onto his member, his head titled back as he was allowed for a moment to fully fall back into the white wash of his ego. He snapped his back back, giving a breath of something that was extended towards both intimacy and exctiemt as his mouth twisted open. As you saw the crowd buy into it with the flashes increased against the edge of his neck and flashed across his snout while his head eased back under yout ouch, the content small smile on his snout as cantonment that was innocent in lostness at its core as he snapped his head back up to meet the crowd's eyes, you felt yourself pulled further into simply celebrating with him tonight for one of the few nights where he felt he could at least try to be free. You only wished she could pause this moment forever; that you could spoil him in the same way that you got him as hard as hard as he was now, the aching between your own legs coming from only the deepest sense of irrevocability of warmth and ease that came from the best feeling known as unconditional love that the focus on one another emitted out of you.

"Hey, hey-" Bojack's eyes gleamed as he snapped his head over to where one large tall igneuna was shouldering his way through a cheap grey table with several solo red used cups pressed on top, large white headphones on either side of his head as he walked around the table with his yellow eys turning up to where Bojack was panting from his stomualted excitement, an adorbaility that gleamed in his winced eyes a he snapped his hand over to the iguana. The iguana paused as he raised up an eyebrow with one cup in his hand, the rest of the wires fully loaded onto the two large steroeyes where a small humdrum was coming out that settle the mood through the space. "Why don't we try and lighten up this mood even more? Turn up those dumb tunes and let's go down to this hard party town." His arm raised up in front of him as it caressed away from your back for a moment, lifting up into the air in an adorable extension of his own ego; but the joy in his eyes as the way his lip raised up as his teeth poked only caused to to seem as precious as much as it was everything he spoke. "Let's goddamn roll and make this a goddamn party you wannabes won't forget!"

There was some light unformtoable chcukling, and Bojack's eyebrows lowered into a jaded eased as he snapped his head over to were a woman with her black hair messy and strung out caught his attention as his stout and chubby arm waved over to her, her slinted eyes turned over to him as an eyebrows raised.

"Give me one of those goodman drinks. If I'm going to make sure my wife and I entertain these losers I at least want to make sure that I do it buzzed enough so I barely comprehend what I'm doing." He waved his hand at at her then snapped two fingers when she paused for less than half a moment, his arm jaded gesturing over to his chest as his eyes hardened and faired up as he cocked his head over to both of your bodies. "C'mon. What do I invite you here over for, the entertainment?"

Bojack's voice was even more drugged and gruff from how he spoke even more than usual because of the change in how he carried himself as well as the alcohol catching up to him. His eys were winced in his attempt at uncaring of what was happening around him for the sake of control, through even in his blunt and jaded energy of narcissism dwas there an impossible purity and tender helplessness that dressed up against his face; his white teeth poked out from branwy lips, his eys having a natural pathetic cowardly apology to them that was tinte even furthe rin its preciousness with the edge of apology to it and the constant incessant guilt, the childlike of his eyes and the glema within them that revealed his true core, regardless of whatevr execution he decided to take. The glimmer ease of his eyes and the contrast of the wear of his old face, the adorabilit of his gluttony that showed his human helplessness, so celalry embedded within him that it had been inevitable that he would carry it with him eventually.

"Thanks." His voice was blunt and eyes dry as he eased his hand against one of the plastic red cups, dry eyes unpreissively turning down as he winced down at the red cup. He swished the liquor inside of the cup, the duncke dit as he snapped his head backward, liquor easing into his lip as the burning of it clearly drugged him further. Your got yourself up as your fully straightened yourself against his cup, and his eyes winced as his swaying head turned to you. He wiped the bottom of the dribble of the liquor as his newfound layer of the ease of his disposition turned as he swayed and looked a you.

"Look at you, sweetie." His hand reached out with an awkward gruff drunken chuckle, and his eys harded as he eased his hand with a dismissive wave over to the woman who stoof beside him with the red cups, her eyebrows lowering fornward as her eys flickered between you. "You can go. Thanks for the refreshments." His head turned back, dry and indifferent, and cleary affected by the further influence of control liquor gave him. "I'll be sure to mention you as one of the not terrible of people who were a pain in the ass when I talk about this party in a few days."

"Thank you." Your head turned to the woman as you kept your hands grazed onto Bojack's cheek, and his eyes hardened as ears flicked back, his eyes turned up as his eyes hardened while his expression flicked up to yours. "We appreciate it."

"Hey, don't try to cut me off. She knows." His head swayed as his lip turned up, eyes cocky as his head hazily turned back while he watched the woman. You kept our hand cupped on his cheek as his eyes cockily and lazily threaded across to the woman, who stepped back as she looked between the both of you with unreadable emotion. "You're welcome for the invite."

Your fingertip eased onto Bojack's snout, and his teeth poksed as he turned his head with hardened eyes leaning back to your touch.

"What?" His eyes darted between yours, but his lip turned down as it pressed on your fingertip, as if an agreement to the way you were threading him away from his natural defense from the woman. "She;s fine. She came all the way over here for a party, right?" Bojak's cockiness washed across his face as his eyes were lowered into that attempt of being confident, head turned to the woman. Sh stepped her way back as she offered a timid ease of s plump smile while the cure of her lip raised up, threading her fingertip behind her face as she gave you a timid smile.

"Lovely, the two of you."

"I know, right?" Bojack's voice was blunt and gruff, drunken with a sway of his own ease tha came along with being drunken to the extent that he was as his heavy eyes turend back to your own, smile raised up on his lip as his head swayed while he turned backt o your attention. "Now it's just a matter of making sure weirdos who cam all the way over here to a guy that I'm sure they must know would rather have them not come over here be aware of the idea that we're going to give them the best goddamn party of their life and something to view and gawk at." He snapped his head over to the woman, shyly laden as much as the blush that flushed on her cheeks as they shyness of her vision eased up while her expression flashed between the both of you. "Don't worry. A little bit of clairty and of figuring this shit out and how to make it the most worthwhile for everyone and we are on our way. You're welcome in advance."

Your head turned to the woman as you managed a apologetic grin, though it wasn't realy an apology as much as it was acknowledging that Bojack was who he was, and the agreement in your eyes that he was a balance of disturbed chaos that refused to find any genuine landing of any coherent perspective on what was his always failing identity or the mod of his desperation for comfort that was his otherwise stumbling uncertainty and the abrasive fear of emotional pain.

The woman turned her head up, delicate and asian as the red flushed her pale white cheeks, relfectign with an almond look against the hue of her skin as the emotion of her shy eyes entered hers. Bojakc gruffed another deep laden and amused rasp of his own stifcation as he lips leaned forward and a sound of a smushed grunt eased across his messy infatuation a he pressed his mouth onto the curve of your neck.

"This is all I need." Bojack's voice was gruff ans satisfied as his snout eased across your neck, confident, and the execution of his confidence clearly being from the influence of the alcohol; bu it took away from the lack of clarity for the night, and your chek easeda cross his lip as he guided it across your cheek. "This-a woman like you coming and giving me a drin every now and then at a moment's whim, and the party and making sure ti gets right. Finding the purity in just being in the moment and taking myself for what it is and this cute little thing for what she is." Bojack's hands eased across your ass and he gave a squeeeze; your lips parted as your eeys widned while your chin pressed onto the chubbiness of his elbow, turned forward as you felt your lips flutter onto the slick sweat of his brawny lovable shoulder. 'Best way to try and find peace in yourself is by trying to take it all for what it is without the burden of shock of emotion, right?" His head turned as his cocky and drunken laden eyes ser on the woman, as lazy as much as they were when his intelligent and edged tormented was as focused as much as he was now as he eased his titled head over to the woman, who's eys dimmed as she turned her head down, butt here was still a soft wonderment in her eyes that was focused on darting between the both of you even as her black hair fell across her shy feautres. "That's what my wife taught me." His hand gripped across your thigh, and your lip gave an abrupt breath as your head tilted forward and eased onto both his messy confident exterior and the drunken clumsiness of his own mocking uncerinity that you knew came rom torment. "She still is."

Your head turned to the side as your vision looked over to the shy women's face that was eased across from the red and blue light that eflahsed across her exoresion. Her eyes flttred down at your vision, evidnlty a little more open and giving her the idea that she was welcome to turn her eyes up to the both of you. Her head turned up, black hair shyly easing across her eyes as her plump pale lips raised to meet your own.

"How do you know him?"

Bojack scoffed midway through the intimacy of his kiss against your neck. "She doesn't know me from anywhere, honey. She came for the sake of having something going on in her life." His head titled towards the woman, body still swaying as his hands grasped on your thigh. "Right, beauty?"

"Easy." You tried to put a halt on Bojack's sense of superiority towards the woman; you knew his nervousness being in the middle of the party was getting the best of him and his execution of himself. But the woman raised up one hand that wasn't being delicately balanced on the red cups, and she rested it by the counter beside her as her eyes flashed between the two of you, arms pressed onto her chest as she gave a stoic look.

"What's wrong?" Bojack let out a gruff, confident and drunken laugh as he turned his head and swayed it over to the woman, who stepped back lightly, though despite Bojack's offputting air, there was a cockciness to the way he spoke and something in the woman's air and disposition of her body as her shy eyes turned back to him that seemd to hold an agreement of curistry towards the other; and for her, the stgance of the determiaion to keep herself focused on him. "She gets it."

"Let her be."

"No." The muscles on Bojack's face eased down as his head tuned up to you, eyes dimmed as he wicked while his swaying turned to your body. "This is what she came for. She loves being the center attention of the party goer. Everyone comes out here so they can be exactly that." His head turned as he offered her another cocky smirk. "Am I right, spitball?"

The woman's eyes darted up as she gazed between you. You gave her a slight nod, though you hardly knew why; there was something in the look of her eys that spoke of something she wanted to be apart of, and her bod stepped forward again with an ease as her eys flciekd between the both of you through the draping of her hair.

"I wanted to come see the two of you. I've heard a lot. Just a couple of months and I've never heard a message get to me as quickly as it did with the two of you. It was like nothing else, what they called it, what it felt like. Similar to what a lot would call the Northern Lights."

Bojack let out a loud laugh, the sickly amusement meeting into his eyes as his body that clumsy cradled you leaned forward in the middle of his amusement.

"Are you serious? Northern Lghts? Is that what all these bored people are calling a decent marriage now?"

Something warmed inside of you tht Bojack even felt the desire to be able to call what you had something that was decent; and the belief that it suggested that he genuinely believed it was something good. Your hand eased further onto the back of his neck as your hands gripped onto the sway of hs disoritnted man while your other hand kept delcialtley balanced on his cock, pressing your fingertips agsint it if only for the sake of enteraitning the flashes of the crowd beside the two of you.

"That sounds wonderful. Thank you for coming all this way just for the sake of celebrating our marriage."

"Oh, Jesus." Bojack rolled up his eyes as his head titled over to you. "Honey, they didn't come here for the sakeof celebrating anything other than the next strip collection of entertaiment they can get themselves. Let's no redress it up as anything else, ok?"

"It's tue, though." The women pipped up as your ehad snapped away from Bojack's eyes just as you were about o speak. Your head snapped back over to the woman and eyes dimmed as you saw the way her head titled up. Hrr plump lips raised up as her expression eased into gentleness. "I did want to be able to see the two of you. After everything I heard, I knew I had to at least try to know what it felt like. To see something like it in person."

Bojack gave another chuckled breath, her head titled as he gazed at the woman with his drunken amusement against his eyes.

"Are you serious? What, two people jacking each off in front of the crowd? That's your idea of coming from-" His eyes darted across the woman, eyes squinted as his ears turned downward. "Where are you from again?"

The woman gave a slight raise of her lip, bittersweet and gudining further towards your attention of interest. Ther was a eternal look of ease about her, a centerment of grounding as her eyes turned between the both of you.

"It dosen't matter."

"Yes it does!" Bojack's eys widned as his expression titled forward, giving a gruff breath as his hand abruptly grasped across your thigh as you gave a laugh, tilting your head further across his neck as your face eased across his neck. "You think we just want to inivt people over and not know who they are? Weird."

"I'm from a place where I had to travel a long time; but it didn't feel like a long time at all compared to where I ended up. It was worth it to see what I heard from other people, the tales they told about what they had been feeling lately around them since, as they told it, 'two souls who came together and were able to recognize one another through understanding of a purity of something that's impossible to come by.' Those words seemed like it was just another crisis people were going through of trying to convince themselves they were experiencing something-but I feel it now, too, and it is incredible."

Bojack chuckled, though vaguely less confident as his kept his body leaning further onto your hips, cheek leaned fully into your palm.

"So you're from an igloo, right? Is that the stereotype?"

"Thank you fr coming to see us." You cut Bojack's words off, your curiosity deepening but your want to avoid it coming into you just as quickly. Bojack's eys wined as he turned his head back to your expression, eyes winced as his expression met on yours, ears spayed.

"Honey, its fine. She knows what she's going coming up to this."

"I do." The wman's eyes turned downward as her hair fell in front of her expression, and your own head titled over to her as you saw the eternal expression on her eyes as she turned her head downward. "It was worth it, anyway." Her eys turned up, as secretive in their enjoyment as they were reflective a her eys eased between the both of you. "Thank you for letting me experience this. I'll enevr feel this in its full compacuty outside of this again."

Bojack's eyebrows lowered, vaguely baffled and bewildered as they met up against the wet of his eys as they flicked across her expression.

"...Ok." His eyes lowered, blunt as much as they were uncertain as his dry eyes eased across her face. "You're welcome."

The women whispered out something that sounded like a thank you, but it was nothing but a noise of her lip as her head turned with just as much apology over to the platter. Bojack's eyes turned up as they eased onto your expression in his bewilderment, and you only offered him a curve of a smile while the back of your hand met across his cheek again. The woman made her way to the counter, hands eaed onto the platter as she turned her head and gave you both a gentle ease of a nod, then began to step back. Bojakc watcher her with the own disweayed uncertain ease of his eyes as he saw the way she lifted the platter onto her hand, his eys winced as he watched her lift it up from the table. The crowd dispersed as it molded together and then threaded back as she turned to make her way back into it, stepping her way back as she did so. She began to walk back over to the crowd, paused, and then turned as she looked between the both of you, emotional diapirty on her face that came from someone who had lived and seen plenty of a comeplcity of a lif and of people and the undertsandings od them that there was the nuance in her eyes that spoke that she knew about the way things actually where, rather than just the udea of it.

"The culture where I come from-they're incredibly loving. Accepting of the way things are. It's incredibly soft and cultured over there at all times."

Bojack's drunken eyes lowered further. "Great."

"I just-" She paused as her lips pressed across her mouth, her eyes flicked down, her eys turned up, easing intot he both of you. "Most relationships even in their best harmony is just two flaws of people and energies of them and trying to figure out how to make life easier through the combination of both of their consistent flaws and constnaly either struggling together, settling together, or rotting, and in worst cases destroying one another. There's just something about them that's-it's not human. It's not the wya it should be even when it is." Her head turned up as her wet eyes eased between the both of you. "I just want you to be aware of just how simple you make it feel. But more than that; pure. I want to remember this forever, as much as I'm able to. I'd like to hope it would be that easy to be able to do that."

He lazy indifference in Bojack's eyes flashed up into a awareness as his expression enligthtmed.

"It's freeing once you start to realize that existence is this inheirntly free flowing, non judgemental way of existence that neither judges or takes away an answer. It just is, and once you take away all the human flaws and judgements, everything is the answe,r and no life is inhriently wring, and it al ends up in the same way anyway at the end. If anyone torments themselves over the flawed feelings of human psychology and the philosophies of it, then that's just their weak nature, but they're just as much of a slog in the indifference of the constant changing scheme of things." Her eyes eased up as she gazed between you, and you felt Bojack eased his lovehandles firmly onto your palm. "We're all born into life and as children at the end of the day, and we're giving the answers from the start, and they're so simple. To just live. When I tried to go after my inherienti childiness of following what the natural answer was I was born into knowing the same way as pain, at first I didn't know what it felt like, and it was strange, and the people around me, the same ones that harbor the flaws I was just mentioning-"

"Yes, very clear. We all know that everyone is an expert on destroying themselves; especially for themselves." Bojack's eys lowered downward as he turned his head to the expans eof the moving crowd. "Believe me, I can see that every day."

"My people said I was a slog. For going after the two of you." Bojack's eys were eternal and uncertain as the vulnerability of his expression turned back to her, tired following. Your hand gripped onto the back of his mane as you kept him by you. "But I think it was the best decision and the most human one I ever could have made. Thank you for making it worth it; for me believing that something so pure even existed. I know I would have spent the rest of my lif thinking it wasn't even possible to feel what the both of you do until I decided to come see it for myself." Her gentle eyes turend to you, earnest and touched enough that you felt your own body ease back at the confident glimmer in her eyes. Bojack's exoresison eased up to your body as he watched the way you leaned back on his hand. "Thank you for being his wife."

Without leaving room for another response; based off of the red of her chek, she seemd to be embarrassed to the extent of how she had openly showed herself off in her heartfelt laden confession. She turned her head over to the platter, easing her hand under it as she balance it under her palm, attention drawn to the cups as she placed it under her hand. She turned abruptly as she faced her way backt o the crowd, making her way towards it as she began to thread her way through the crowd as she eased her body back into it. Bojack's distant eyes watched her, dimmed and with the clear want of detachment on his eys from the woman as he watcherd her go; or at least his hdie of attahcemnt that he wanted to separate himself from.

"Christ." He paused as he watched the last of her body hugging serving dress thread its ay back into the crowd, shouldering herself through it. Bojack's eyes turned up as his wicked and puffy laden expression turned back up to your eyes. "I knew we were going to bring wheel barrows of nonsense into this palace tonight, but I did not predict that it would be to the degree that I'm experiencing tonight."

"Be easy on her."

"Why?" His voice was somber but eased into an inquiry as his head eased back up to your expression, turned downward as your hands began to ease back across the plumo curve of his stomach that sat on his lap.

"I think she's just having a revelation of human connection."

"Relly." His eyes lowered as he watched you. "A revelation of human connection. That's what that was?"

Your head turned as you watched where she had disappeared into the crowd. "Someeimtes for some people it just fels good to remember how great it is to even feel connected to anyone at all, even if its sickly and lonely. We don't know what she went through or where she came from, what that looked lik,e what kind of people damaged her prepcetion of life like the way it for so many."

His eyes darted into an ease of guilt, somber and into that more reflective innocence as his eyes eased towards the crowd where she had disappeared. Something that was more of the akin to worry eased across his eyes as he watched the way your hand readjusted against the curve of his stomach, threading down and resting on his thigh as you did so.

"That was the second person who talked to us weirdly tonight." The eyebrows curved up into concern as he turned his eyes up to your expression. "That dosen't feel..suspicious to you at all?"

"Why does it matter to you so much how people approach us?"

"She talked about how we made her feel loved." His eyes widened, body raised up from his chair as he watched you with teeth poked. "In an incredibly personal way."

"I know." Your head tilted forward, and Bojack eased his way back as he felt your lips curve onto his mouth, his eyes curved open wide as he felt the way your lips curved onto his mouth, turning your head back as his head titled onto the back of his head, turning his back against the counter as your fingertips eased onto his skin. "What a way to begin a marriage, and a great way to approach it for the first time."

"Good dress up." His words were mumbled,vaguely humroed, against your mouth as your ead titled forward and onto his lip, head titled back as he felt your lips across his lip, the wear of his face turning down into a gentle ease of his expression as the muscles of his face soothed at the feeling of your touch. "The problem is the part where it doesn't make any sense with what they're saying. Or any feeling of comfortability with them saying it with their weird philosophies and whatever else they come up with."

Your breath eased across his face, and his head tilted back as your air changed to something more settled into something more considerate."If there's any narrative that makes you feel better, then just tell yourself they're on alcohol."

"Tell myself they're on alcohol. You're doing a great job at showing the bad ways of how I'm keeping this up tonight."

"They are. Who knows, maybe they are just saying whatever weird headspace is coming to their minds for the night. The best we can do is just enjoy it for what it is and like that your idea is working-isn't that what's important?"

Bojack's eyes titled up as a hard film eaed across his expression; butt here was a lover's tenderness to his eyes now as his emotion paused while he guided his expression up onto yours.

"What do you think is important?" His voice was somber, at ease and gentle as his eyes expressed up to yours.

Your breathed in as your head titled across his cheek, pulling yourself in further to that eternal feeling that came along wth a complex inner life as your hips guided across his body.

"I'm serious." There was a begging to his voice as he spoke it, his cheek titled across the side of your face as his worried eyes eased across your expression, as romantic as much as they were helpless. "I want to know what you think."

"I think I'm very content to stay in my world of my own containment of darkness and insanity that has come to be home to be, for better or for worse. It's ome to be my home, my own personal detailed and incessant compact human life inside of me, and anything outside of it feels wrong, or something that's not meant for me, not matter how dark it gets, and for the longest time I thought that was what was made for me; and even if death came, I got to a point where I accepted that."

Bojack's eyes threaded across your body. "So-what happened tonight where that's relevant?"

"When these people come up and talk to us that way it makes me feel like I'm having it reconfirmed what we share and what that means for us; and it feels incredible, and it almost makes it feel like it will grow into an even more extensive reality. And it's so different from anything I know or allowed myself to believe in"

"Will it?" His body raised up from the wall, eeys threaded into his own wet softness as he gazed at youwith his impossibly sad artistic eyes. "For you, I mean."

His voice was as gentle as his tone as he spoke his desperation, and you turned your head back to him as you met the reflective emotion in his eyes, the messiness that came along with raw existence and the inherent pain that followed.

"I don't know. When it comes to things like this it's never understood or known to be much of anything of genuine clarity; especially with this headspace that I've ben for my entire life, and probably always will be."

"But-it does help, right?" When you didn't respond and instead eased your hands against his palms, turning your head downward as your fingertips readjusted against his fingers, he eased his body further onto yorud a she straightened. "Please, honey, I know that there's some idea that there can be something different from whatever it is that we;ve experienced. We can do and try something better than whatever it is that you thought was true. I know that there's some idea of you thinking that there's this human detailed heaviness to human experience that makes it that everyone had to be alone in some incessant way, but I'm telling you it dosen't have to be that way. And I don't want it to be. I'm sick of trying to chase only the idea of better. I think there's a chance that things like this can lead to more than that. For the both of us."

His voice awkwardly cut off into a edge of a awkward cut off of his voice as his eyes hollowed as they looked up to you with desperation. Your head tilted back down ono his head as your head eased back onto his depserate eyes.

"What does that look like for you? You don't believe in any of whoever is saying this or talking to us like this tonight."

"Well." His eyes heavens as he turned his bumbled expression down as have a shrug. "You were the one that is alays tyig to help me see meaning in different things. In trying to be able to find hope even in the middle of everything or even nothing. And it feels..good. I've bene in places so empty and deep that it seemd impossible that there was anything else, and I even..enjoyed, after a certain point, I guess. I preferred it, because it was the me that I knew. And I didn't care what happened, as long as that thread of famailirty continued to carry me with it. As long as that familiarity and thread of despair was still with me, it felt ok."

His eyes were empty as the expression of his eys, holding both beauty and depth to them as they eased forward to the extension of he noisy crowd, impossibly separate in contrast to the emptiness of his eyes as he eased his expression forward. His eyes refocused back onto your eyes as your palm cradled his cheek, his head turned back up to your own as you gdied him back to the regorudning of your bodies, his ears flciked back as his expression eased across your eyes. "One thing is clear and it's the idea that the only thing I cared about was satyign with anything that felt like me and was familiar, even if it destroyed me; and it did." An awkward left his lips, as tender as it was desperate as his palms reached forward and eased onto your palms. "And I want to keep trying to know what that feeling is. And I want it in the way that you make me feel. But I need you to keep helping me find it."

Your hands readjusted on his palms as you watched the pain of his eyes, and the beauty of hid depthful humanity as they reflected against his expression; that drugged humanity of the grit of existence that was worn across his face and gave that relenting of relief of promise that you weren't alone and the rhythm of truly feeling and knoiwng the feeling and the encompassed bond of it. Your eyes turned down as you felt your palms encased against Bojack's fingertips guided further fro his handa as he eased your hands over to his chest. His ears lowrerd back as there was a aguide of desperation eased onto his eyes ansd your expression flciekd back up to him.

"I know what you're asking from me." Your voice was gentle, guided, and with the fellowship that came along with two people who were speaking the same code of the language of two life driven but exhausted hearts as your body leaned forward and grazed against his lip, the tnedernes sthat came over the handsome wear of his expression eased into relaxation as he felt your lip ease across his mouth. The individuality and the safety of richness that came from merely focusing on each other increased as you felt him give an awkward breath, that depth of human artistry transferred between you as your lips guided onto his own. "But I can't help you see things the way they are or the way they should be if we keep seeing such drastically different things."

"I know. But I can't help it. And I wnat us to continue to try and figure out a way that it can feel good all the time. Or at least feel…I don't know, Authentic Human. In a way that feels jusfiited and rela and not gross. I'm tired of feeling like I don't even belong to my misery or the things I did to cope with it-and I want to continue to figure out what it means to fight against that wih you. But I can't promise that I'm right exactly where you are." His palms reached out as his fingers encased across your wrists, pulling them inward against hhis won tender wounded and exhausted ease of his touch as he pulled you in. " But I want to be."

Your mouth eased across his snout as you felt his eyes close, as exhausted as they were willing to fall into the modesty of his rasped lostness that felt as pure as much as the trouble of his troubled an worn outward heart as he titled his head forward and eased it across your features. Your fingers eased onto his hands, giving them a squeeze, as you felt Bojack's breath gave a shakiness against your skin while his head titled forward to lean on your face.

"I love you." Bojack gave a rasp that wasn't unlike a protest as it left his lip, the muscle son his face cramped as there was a tremor of protest. "I do. It takes my breath how much I do-and I'll fall more in love with you every day. Not because it's perfect ot because it will take your pain away, baby." Your head titled as your lips eased onto the top of his hand, and his distant eyes, threaded into that kind of pain that went so deep it was almost freeing, as his distan expression urned to your lip on his hand as you placed several kissed ontop of his branwy palm. She had been cynical about the expression that one could only keep falling deeper in love, and yet through him she had learned it; and him in kind , though he tripped over himself int he following of it.

"Many things were bullshit in my life." Bojack' s voice was as sombe rin his reflective tone as he watched your lp ease on the op of his hand, both acknowledging the pain and distant from it as the complexity of his humanity eased onto his eyes. Your eyes turned up as your cheek eased tenderly on the top of his hand, turning towards you with eyes dimmed in infatuation, the impossible empitness of his eyes and the comepling richness of it in its cntradiciton easing onto his eyes as he turnd to met yours in his compelling inaimte guide of exhaust. "Then this thing called 'falling deeper' or whatever garbage superficial label that these people alaya talked about was one of the few that wasn't."

"And it dsoen't have to be a solid understanding.. It dosen't have to be something w eput a permanent knowing and plaster of conulsion on."

"That would be the right way of going about trying to understand or come to terms with something. The ebay way for it to be reassuring?" His dry eys titled downward to your own touch as your hips contuiend across his body, dry eyes fleeting fornward as ears splayed. "That would be thee ntire point, wouldn't it?"

"Not if there's an extended pressure. Anything that puts an expectation on anything. We don't have to do that, or put up with the questions that it might lead on the other side of it of whatevr tonight means."

His eyes ears across your expression, conflicted as much as the emotions of his eyes were dry but hide into that need of falling into your expression as his head titled forward. As your arms enwrapped and pressed against the chubby hold of his arms, your thighs easing across his body and slick skin meeting against sweat of slick skin, there was a resistance and a tragedy to the way you could eel his emptiness and of what he had felt for the majority of the narrative of his life; that promise of lack of life inside of him that had rendered him a cheap soul, and nothing even close to the richness of what you had bene able t taste in the middle of the night with his rased lip easing across your mouth, his hubby hands pulled forward helplessly against a slick ridden pillow as his poked out teeth had meet by your mouth.

"She seemed undoubtedly confident in what she was saying. Didn't seem like the kind to go around saying things on hard alcohol, either."

Your head titled across Bojack's snout as his hard eys eased across your body, full of his exhausted doubt as much as he was of any other emotion as his snout titled forward towards you insistence of his own abrasive doubt.

"You are my answer away to the emptiness. You take what would otherwise be the abrasive emptiness of life and of the impossible lack of meaning in o what is the defalt and you make it something not only bearable, but celebrated ever day, not because of the emptiness, but because with my love parralling to that, it feels like the great thing I've ever known."

Bojack's eyes melded ino a soft mercy as his expression eased onto your eyes, desperate and questioning and no doubt more affected by the night more than he would have wanted to let out.

"I know. Honey-I know." His hand reached out as the chubbiness of it grazed across your hand, and your head turend up as it met on his eys fully, his expression eased against your eyes as he looked at with witht that look of insienc easing onto his eyes. His fingers grasped against your hand as his eyes threaded across ours in insistence. "But can you please acknowledge what I'm saying?"

"I am acknowledging it." Your voice was insistent as Bohack's head titled back, wincing as he watched you with his ease of instience of his eyes s you staw the struggling threading in them. "What I'm trying to say is that whatever reason or motivation that woman has to want to do this, it was for the same reasons of how I saw you. She feels it, the same way everyone ehre does."

"Realky." Bojakc mahizes the word in his ccnism as his head titled back, and his eyes were distasnt as he turned his head to the moving crowd. "Everytone is here because they feel something that profound and life changing? Must have been somehin they picked up on with the drugs I didn't give them but I'm sure they found a way to turn something like that into something as-" He indicated his hand to the flashing of the crowds. "Something that's as obnoxious as much as it is now."

"They feel it." Bojack's head snapped back over to your head, eyes dimming both in comfort as well as conflict as his eyes threadd acorss your own, ears lowered.

"Yeah, but who's to say that is a good thing?" His eyes dimmed as his leaned back on the counter further. "If all it does is get schizophrenic drunks to stumble up and start spewing out wha they think is going on, what kind of value is that anyway?"

Your fingertips squeezed further on his skin, just tigh enough to prove a point as you felt the alarm ease in his eyes. "Sweetheart."

His eyes flicked in guilt as conficltion eased in his eys. "I know. But do you get what I'm saying? Why are all thes epeople suddenly drawn to me when I know more than anyone that no one wanted anything to do with me or saw anything like that even remotely in the first place?"

'We don't know why these people see what they see or why they do what they do." Bojack's eyes winced as his expression turned downward, your fingertips threading across his hand to reground him back to reality as much as he was able to; there wa sa vague panic in his air that gave across his own easily overwhelmed disposition that came with being perceived. "What value did you see in being around these people tonight/"

"I didn't. Or-I wanted to, but I figured that at least there at least could have been some decnedy or clairty to it."

"Like?"

"Like-I don't know. Clarity? That people would finally see me differently or at least bring a different energy of what they used to being that was just trash and terrible perception and of things that just made me feel even more terrible?"

"Do you realize how lucky you are to even have these people care?"

There was a vague challenge as you spoke, though it was gently laden as it left your lips. Clarity eased into Bojack's eyes as he turned his head up, muscle son his face twitching as his pupils dilated across your expression as the muscles on his face flinched. Then-an abrasive dryness in his eyes that caused there to be an edge to his expression as much as there was pain.

"You are not going to start trying to pull that prieeveldg bullshit on me."

"I'm only saying-I've never had these amount of people care half as much as they care about you, weather for good or bad." "Great. Trying to be able to find even the most vague understanding in other people and the more people care about you the more clear it is that they'll never get it or understand; is that it?That's what I should be trying to celebrate, realzining that no matter how much people I attract into my life, they still won't get me or it or see anything good about me?" His face lowered in emotional desperation, burning eyes guidnign onto you as abrasive as much as they were begging.

"Baby. no." Your hands pressed further onto his palms, fingertips threading across his palm. "You know that's not what I meant."

"Yeah?" His eyebrows twisted as his eyes snapped up at you. His voice was challenged, edged, blunt as much as it full of that emotional richness in his tone as his eys threaded up to yours in desperation, voie labored into a full low rasp as intense as it was alluring, and just as much as it pulled on your essence. His palms pressed against your hand as he began to ease you back, fight in his hand as he pushed you away vaguely. His eyes winced a he watched your face fall vaguely."You have no idea what it feels like to have to to deal with the pain of being around people alk th time and for them to still not get it."

"I know, I didn't-"

"I though this could be a fresh start. That once I got married, I could show people that I am capable of something good and worthwhile and maybe, there would be the slightest chance that they would see and epoch me differently."

Your hand pressed back against Bojack's palm, pushing him back on the ease of the counter as his teeth poked while his vulnerable eyes turned back to you in his abraisev question.

"And what's happening tonight, is that not it?"

"I don't-" Bojack paused a his voice cut off, eeys threading fornward in his conflcitd doubt. He breathed in a shis eyes eased back up to yours, bleak expression over a twisted helples expression easing on his eys a he turned his snout up to you. "It just feels weird. Like they're just seeing this projection of this drug induced fanatsy of what they think we are. I was hoing for something more human, a reaction that made me feel like I actually am this loved, married man-that I can finally show them and be that guy. And I thought showing off the way we feel at night would do that." He paused as his teeth poked as his conflicted eeys, compact with emotion eased down as his eyes rested on your hand. "I don't feel that way. It feels like a porection, a fantasy, or something. I don't know. But it's not what I wanted it to be."

"Isn't the way they're talking about us tonight the way it feels, though? Between the both of us-isn't that exactly what it feels like for the both of us?"

"I mean, yes, but-" His voice cut off, tone conflicted as his jst as easily timid exhausted eyes turned and eased across your expression, muscles tense as his expression eased up on your face. "Doesn't it feel weird to you, the way they're talking? Like it's some goddamn theater show."

"I think it's sweet."

"People said they came all the way from their own state for hours just to 'see what everyone was talking about at home'. That 's something I would expect from a stalker or someone who has enough drugs in their esystem that they don't even know left from right. I know that there's a lot of freaks and crazies drawn to Los Angeles and to my orb in general, but come on."

Your head titled downward, and there was a breath that seemd to travel through your body as your eys flciekd down to Bojack's hands. His eyes winced a he watched you, eyelids puffy and a regret across his worn and sohspciated grace of his worn and tired skin.

"I'm sorry. This was my idea. I shoulcn't be complaining." His hand reached out as hs fingertips caressed against your shoulder, and timid and sincere as much as it was a gentle caress on the back of your shoulder as you shivered at the inaicmity of the touch. His voice was profound and full of his authenic tone as he spoke; the same way that the both of you had discovered the answer to what made up a genuine richness within a heart, the only ay to find any joy or relief despite statues or otherise; the richness of living and having joy in the moment, of finding life and joy in the autnhenctit of loving and doing and creativnt hings because ti spoke true to the human experience, just a sit did for the two of you.

Your eyes fluttered up, and your lips raied up, and a laugh left your mouth as it eased across his face. There wa sa guide of forgiveness hat entered Boajck's own expression as his eys winced up as he watched youw th his lip raised up into an agreeable grin, a gentle chuckle easing away from his lips as met with your own sudden broken laugh.

"Tonight was a night. I will say that."

His voice was charmed and honeyed, and the gentle ease of his eys caused you to turn your expression back up to the sweetness of his conflicted snout again, as otherwoldy as much as it was threaded into grounding warm reflection.

Your lip eased across his chest, threading your mouth onto the soft plush of his brawny skin as you head titled to the side with palms grazing on his arms. The sweat was increasing on his skin as his head titled back, lip quievred as he felt the pressure of your body and your embrace squeezing onto his arms and against the plush of his stomach. He was breathing in his heavy stoic way as he allowed your intimacy to continue to enrich between you, as much as he was able; the woman and her words and the look in her yes had drawn out Bojack's attention more than he would have like to let on; his head was tiilting over to the side.

"Look at you"

You whispered the words softly against the slick sweat of his skin; you could feel from the way he was inching underneath your touch that as he let out his own raspy incomprehensible reflections of his own agreement of his rapeseed lips and the allure of his own enocuagred breath that he was memorized the way his body shook underneath your touch, as well met and compliented as much as it was following the purity of the conversation of your bittersweet emotions, just as flawed as much as they were compact in their human experience that made the richness beyond worth it.

"I'm going to keep doing this." Bojack's voice was cracked with his genuine emotion enough that it was overocming and compact in his tone. "I'm going to keep doing this. Screwing up, seeing things the wrong way."

"There is no wrong way." Your head turned to the side as you lips grazed across his arm, your teeth pulling across his skin as you felt your palms grasped on his skin, and Bojack let out a rasped laugh, broken and tremebedl as his body eased further across the counter.

"Right." His head turned to the side as his cheek pressed on the top of your head, breathing in with a rhythm of a shaken breath as his stomach eased across your hand. "But you do know that the love we have, or whatever it is we share; it's never going to be perfect. I can't promise a soothing day, or night, or good ideas or constant reassurance or any answer, and I'm sorry."

You gently pressed your fingers behind his ears, poked upward at the feeling of your fingertips suddenly caressing on the back of his ears as you felt his body suddenly threading upright against your fingertips. You caressed the tenderness of his ears across your fingertips, allowing the tender feeling of the back of his ears to be laden and met by your touch as much as the dleicalty of the bear of his ears would allow, grazing his chubby palm with your own hand that were more hardened from the past few months of dedicated lovemaking with small circles easing against it in a rhythm.

"Ok. I see the language you're speaking now." His voice was charmatsic a smooch as it was teasing, and at the very threaded core of it; that lust that made up his voice as he rasped in an extension of the relief he felt guide through his tone.

You smiled as you leaned you head downward, pressing your lips followed by teeth against his skin; your mouth transferred over to from where they were resting on the brawiness of his shoulders as your head began to travel up from the round curve of hi shoulder as over to the tip of his ears, your mouth threading across the bruises his skin harbored from the amputn of intense inaimcity spent and shared between the both of you, adorning the way that his soft admission of breath gradually trailed up to your ears, almost as if he was loving on you even when he was rendered as helpless and as incoherent as he was now within al; of hs conflicted mess of a melcolny. Your lips finally found their way by hs perked ears, still firmly raised up from the touches of the precioulsy laden touches of your hand as they threaded across his skin, slick against your fingertip until your mouth rested across the tip of his ears. The sounds of the crowd were falling behind entirely as there was nothing left except for the sound of the behind foggy noise of the crowds and the separation of it entirely, and Bojack's rasp eased back into continued conflict as he felt your mouth ease by his ears.

"You never need to. As long as you're you, that's all I'll ever care for. All I'll ever want; as a matter of fact anything else beyond that is something I'll never want."

"Very-descriptive. Sharply." His voice was attempting to be somewhat sophisticated as it threaded out of his voice, but there was too much vulnerability in it to be of anything of genuine successful control the way he would have wanted to believe that his blunt usually was giving him. You only felt your invention to increase in his relief to what your inaimcty and the concentration of it gave you as you hoisted your bod furter otno his hips, your fingertips still rested across the back of his ears and your mouth easign across the delcicaly of his ears a slips turned across his the fragility of the border of it.

"It's like you were perfectly made for me."

The words were whispered softly, just eased intently enough that it was only the tunnel of your voice and the inaimcity from your lips to his ears that was able to guide into his ear mant and heard only by him. Her voice held her own delicate awe as you felt the plush preciousness of Bojack's body easing firmly into the cup of your hand and easing back into your touch in agreement, or at least the attempt of it, as you continued to gently breathe against his shuddering and clammy skin, his hot breath beating against you face, and your against his body. There was a sudden, delicate tone inside her voice that could be described as nothing less than at the very definition of true love with the way that the authentically whispered left her lips; and for once, Bojack spoke the same language. There was something in the way you talked to one another that was rendered into a remarkably mundae truth in the world that could be de labeled as indescribable in a bittersweet and agreeable way with the cynicism even of Bojack;s philosophy- something about the way that you spoke to him, whispered to him, filled with a defeat with the way that he made her feel, knowing that the feeling was bigger than you. And what an amazing and utterly irreplaceable sensation it was to be lost in something that was utterly bigger than anything you had ever known; how astounding it was to be drowned in love. The love you had for him was bigger than her, and because of this you knew you had to let the love guide you, rather than the other way around of having a sense of control over it; and it was Bojack's obligation when he was abe to speak the same language fully to follow.

His head titled over to your lips, cheek resting on your lip as you felt the delicately of his ear meet across your mouth.

"The more I fall into this the harder it'll be to ever feel or believe in anything different. Even worse if anything happens. You understand?"

There was a warning to it.

"When it comes to believing in something, you have to both believe it in its entirely and let the love and belief of it full overcome you, while at the same time also recognizing that anything could happen; and it could be well out of control for either of us."

"Exactly. And you know that I can't do or promise or be that. It feels…like the most amazing thing to have this. To let go and to have something to believe in and know its what I've been looking for in other incompatible woman the entire time. But-" his voice stopped with a pant, cheek guided across your cheek as his breath was abruptly cut off. "You know what will happen if this ends up imploding with how good it feels to believe in it and allow it to happen and to feel it fully come over me, right?"

You didn't answer, and your nose only caressed across his cheek as your eyes fluttered across his face while your face eased across your cheek in his own somber exhausted philosophy. It would be impossible for you to feel nothing for him, even if you wanted to; and even more to give up on it the way Bojack's relenting and harrowing pain and suffocating insecurities always made me feel.

You smiled, shakily, as you pressed your lips further up against his chest, grazing his coarse chest hair between the spaces of your hands while your palms reached across his chest, and you felt his body tremor across the feeling of your palm as his body restarted up by the feeling of your hand. He could sense the language your words were speaking, his body threading up through the wordlessness of your palms as they grazed across his plush stout modled body turn by the unremakrbale response of existence to the way that it remolded and reshaped the average body, and his had been no different; but the air of what married him as he had been carried throughout life had led him to the remarkability tha was transferred between you now.

"You're the answer for me in anyway, and every way, that there ever comes to be. I don't care what that looks like; loving you, in whatever flaws that makes p either of us, is the only thing that could ever truly make me live or keep me living." Your lip graed across the side of his ear, feeling it flciker across your mouth as your lip guided across the edge of the twitch of his ear, both of you knowing how lucky you were even just to be in this amount of pain and doubt, and knowing how much worse it could get, and the fear tht came along with knowing the impossible luck of finding the one who undoubtedly knew and saw you within the chaos of the world as well as yourselves, something not detremiend by either quality of person or status, but simply to the whims of luck of the universe and the world, mercial to no one, and satisfying little.

Bojakc breathed out, whsikey laden breath eaeed across your shoulde.r

"I'm just saying that I can't be the answer. I don't know if I will ever be long term. Sooner or later I think you're going to have to come to terms with the fact that I can't give you as much as maybe either of us would like to think. I won't be able to give you everything that you need; and eventually, maybe nothing."

Your palm then eased back down towards the hill of his stomach that stuck out from between his hips; a welcome soft cushion that desired and begged for love as much as you longed to give it to him as you felt the curve of his stomach ease against our palm while it cupped on the curve of his breathing. You took to pressing your fingers even further up against each side of his body as you gently felt his plush skin that pressed against you in every curve that so perfectly matched your own desirability to give that to him in any way you were able, even before you had had his perfectly curated existence to meet against those emotional and physical needs.

You knew that when you both were as close to each other as you were now that you were practically the same as being in one collective; something that almost looked like it was a mass of entangled limbs and passionate 'finallys' leaving your touches as your hands spoiledagaisnt Bojack's curves that wer so naturally responding to and filling against your palm as he breathed and readjusted agsitn your hand. . It almost would have been comical or even unnatural to anybody else who saw either of you, and you knew Bojack's tormented mind ceritnly imagiend ot, and was noe even as he got his impsulive wish of wanting to throw out to what he deemed the need to thread his own joy into the world, as if somehow to recofnirm its existence and worth; but when you were rendered within that heated engagement of magic with him such as you were now, it was impossible to feel anything other than that undeniable sensation of complete and absolute true love that radiated between the two of you, whether technically believe in ot not Not even the term of what jusftied the bond of what was considered the pinnacle of bond was he able to do just as what you felt for each other, especially in that moment, conflcitions and inseucitres and flaws and all; it was something that was beyond wisdom, and most certainly any comprehensive understanding.

"My angel." Bojack breathed a shaking laugh as he felt your authentic words ease across his ear; it was impossible evn for you to an extent to believe that something so smoothly and rich was dedicated towards the last person imaginable, and yet all at once was that they very part of why it fit perfectly into his body and the air of what had made up is ipusilvey pain fitted existence.

"I think you might be turning that word out in the wrong direction, sweetheart."

His voice was as romancitally given as much as it could have ben believed when you first memories those small details of his body and the somber voice of his that was so incessantly romantic tht it had given away his true core from the start, regalrdless of whoever else had thrown their opinion on him or whatever action Bojack had taken to try and reconfirm to himself what he felt he deserved.

Your body still dressing against the curves of his own, letting out your own increasing satisfied moan that mixed in with Bojack's naturally charismatic and intelligetnly laden rasp. You tried your best to be as dominant for him as much as you possibly could, but the task was rendered almost completely impossible when you became as intertwined within him and his own specific magic the way you were now. You knew You wanted to be the dominant partner he deserved, especially in these moments where his request and his impulsive reckless decisions had led the both of you to where you were now, and at the core of it him wanting you to lead him as his partner to something that would give him the core of what he wanted without having to be the forefront of the leader. Determination followed him and his want to push him out of pain, but cowardliness came at the forefront of his actions.

But you were rendered helpless under how he made you lose your own sense of technical control for what was best, and you knew whatever demonstration he was attempting to come up with in front of the loud and noisy crowd as they continued in their satisfaction, so would Bojak;s uncertain and easily swayed uncerinity.

But there was a welcome to the madness, and you both felt it; so incredibly soft was his pasty almond intimacy that came along wit welcoming skin, and so perfectly interwoven was he for you that it was almost next to impossible for you not to sit on that welcomed desperation for too long, which led to whatever road of intertwined intimacy for either of you that you couldn't guess how it would execute. Sooner or later, you knew you would have to come down and join him in his reckless uncertainty for the night, rather than being the hand holding partner he anted you to be, and someone with all the answer. The teasing act that you put on of keeping him away from entering his own chaos of impsyivlity, as gentle with his pure core as much as it was lost as chaotic in the two threads of opposites, inside of you was cracking. So deeply did you want him to know at all times, teasing or not, just how much he did to you.

And you did love him, in an eternal and guaranteed kind of way that Bojack felt and that even you were processing, something timeless and enduring as something as unlikely to responding to the guide and constnat challenges and endurance of life and human psychology, readapting and coming backt o toegtehr again; the frim thing known as the mark of success for any given thing, and how you loved and adapted through the chaos was far from perfect, and the only thing either of you wanted.,

And how much you loved him- it was impossible for you to keep that teasing and dominant air for long. He made you far too weak anyway; and from the shaken rasp of Boajck's breath, intimate and grounding and naturally compelling with how deep and anf nuanced he was in his emotions even as he carried the natural core of who he was, rasping out his occasional incomprehsnibe swears and soft spoken sentences to give you the agreebaility to continue, and is own acknowledgement of how overwhelmed he was himself.

"Every little bit of you." Your action was followed by pulling on one simple black coarse hair that was resting across his snout; the chubby wave of his bangs that sat on his snout that easd away from the splay of his black mane that was as essy as it was alluring in the natural handsome wear of his cynicism and his wisdom of seeing things as the were, for better or worse. "I mean it, and I'll let everyone here know it tonight-if that's what you want. I'll give you eveyrthing in anyway I can, in whatever way makes sense to either of us, no matter how it appears to others or what it does or dosen't mean in the grand scheme of things."

Bojack let out a sharp and heated intake of a breath from his lips-but he was still rendered completely helpless to express much more than those same gentle and soft moans that tumbled out of his lips. It was almost too much, in the best way; the combination of the feeling of his own trembling body underneath your own, and the feeling of his own gentle, tender soft voice, mixed in with the softness of his mane that stuck between your fingertips. The heat and ghost of his lips that had been spoiling and massaging against you before was now reduced to a trembling and desperate pool of desire- it was all too much in the best way- so overwhelming that for a moment did you feel as if you weren't quite really real, but rather lost in some sort of sensation of nothing but that trembling essence of complete and absolute desire that would never quite be satisfied only in the best way.

You had never known a hunger that was so incredibly rich of an experience than the satisfaction that he gave you. Always would you be hungry for him, in more ways than you would be able to ever understand yourself; and that was part of the road the both of you had attempted and were trying to adapt to. The longing would always be there, and the more you fought it, the more you craved him; there was nothing and no one else who would ever be able to ease what had made up a lifetime of nostalgic longing as and the compact incessant void of what had made up a longing of life that had presented no answers and even less any sense throughout the duration of your lives, prone to invalidation from the both of you just from the sheer lack of answer to it; and especially now, the most painful thing being that the both of you realized with full resolve that there had always been a clear and worthwhile answer, and not just trembled aimless meandering of a foolish headspace the way both of you had led yourselves to believe.

It was an almost heartbreaking dynamic, having the answer in front of the both of you and knowing that there was a tangible reason for it, and there always had been, but there was just as much an edge of bittersweetness to it knowing how fragile, how specific and compact, it was, and what that meant for the idea of loss for the both of you. Bojack's snout was eased back now, the sophistication of his snout easing back as his worn eys were closed against the worn tear of his precios face, and although there was an odd anxiety about loving him that came along with the night, an exhaustion to carrying the amount of love and unconditional care and passion you had for one another, there was an endurance there, a stretching that surpassed any amount of challenge or of anything either your minds or of anything otherwise the world would throw at either of you that would have severed a lesser connection; just as it was with the love you bore with the burden of carrying yourselves.

"Just keep going. I don't care-" His voie croacked, the breath easing out of his lips as his wet eyes brimming with the extension of that compelcity that came along with the constant rich detail of human experience eased across his eyes as he tilled his head back to you, double chin under his worn face and meeting against the wear of the wrinkles of his tiind expression, pathetic in body structure as his plush stomach leaned forward on his lap and lip trembling as his desperate eys eased and met by your own mehlohic and tried ones as your eyes darted up and emt his own. "I just want this to be another thing that can feel the way it did at the cabin. When we made love together under the fireplace, the starts-when you begged me to marry you. That's what I really want."

His voice cracked, and his chubby palms raised forward to ease onto your hand for a moment, then turned back onto his chest as he saw how they were occupied with fondling his love handles and your other easing across his private.

"I know we're both exhausted. And I'm sorry." His eyes spoke in earnest as the desperation of his expression eased on your own. His head titled onto your cheek, the bloated curve of it easing across the side of your face as your eyes eased across to his own, troubled and stoic and compelling all at once as he always was. "But I want this to feel like something we can both try to accept. And isn't that the best way to respond to a scenario, is acceptance?"

Your lips pressed across the guide of his ear, mouth encasing beside the edge of his fragile ear as your head titled to the side in infatuation.

"Do you want me to take the lead and make love to you tonight?"

Bojack chuckled, tenderly, in that way that showed off just how profound and intelligent of a soul he could be when he was around the few rare people that gave him genuine soothing company, a few and far between experience for his own life.

"We both know there's no need for an answer to that."

You nodded, your face easing across his cheek and your other hand following as it guided across his skin with your hand slick against his love handles, raising upward and down, then up again. There was an agreement between the both of you that you knew it was guaranteed that nothing would ever bee genuinely soothed; there were certain interwoven troubeeld natures that made up Bojack's mind that had been depely embedded enough that it was impossible ort either of you to have any given day of peace; there was too much wreckage, too many insecuitires and too much ruin of what surrounded you and had always made up Bojack's life for that; and, in your own way, your empty conflicted lfiet o find him.

But your love wasn't about prace as much as it was the acceptance of the lack of it, and you both were just as aware of that in kind.

"Let's accept and try to release everything we don't understand tonight. Enjoy the moment for what you wanted it."

"And you want it to-right?" Bojack's head abruptly turned by your lip. There was an impossible beautiful emptiness to his voie that reflected the turh of the mundnaty of the retrieve natures of human existence and how it dressed up every different phase of life and every component of how everything in life was repeated in some way; the weariness he had just from the response of being alive, much less to even cosnidert he abrasive pain people were so determined to throw on other people, and especially for his own brand of living. Listening to him speak reminded you of the bittersweetness of being and loving an individual; the scope and focus of it narrow enough that it forced there to be a deep narrow focus enough that the love and focus on that individuality felt genuine, impossibly rich, clean and true; but along with it all of the deep seated insecurities and damages and specific narratives that went so deep that it was far more terrible than the generalized majority.

You laughed, softly, quickly, and your based eased further onto the plush of his body.

"I know when there's a feeling of serenity when someone gets what they deserve verses when they don't; there's a strain to when someone is going after something they weren't."

"And..this feels…good, to you?" Bojack's voice was leading, quiet and somber, gently matured and spoken with gentle ease of consideration.

"Good wouldn't even to begin the way I've been waiting my entire life to love you."

Bojack breathed in, both a caution and an emotional resetting to what was being transferrd between the both of you and the emotions that were compact and demeaning as much as they were transforming. ut it was the closest blessing to being human you had ever gotten, loving him; not from any lack of success from your end, as if there was even such a construction of road of a black and white narrative of lfie for the majprity, but rather the simple fact that fate had finally been kind enough to introduce you to the heart that had been a reflection of what yours had been made to take care of, in any given circumstances, not made from earthly technicalities but rather from the simple energies of two people meant to love one another.

There was a sense of naivety to the interpretation of how your hand eased across his thighs, the feeling of your slick sweat caressing across his thighs and the plush grip that came along with it as you saw his worn unremarkable face twist into the response pf your impossibility not to love him. There had been something inside of you that had previously been broken that had carried you through all the trials of life and the loneliness that had followed and been responded to in equally cruel human natures in response; the melancholy hadn't been melodrama as much as you realized now it had been a literal need of grounding and of a excess for spiritual space, the same as what you were giving him no as you saw his head til back, then forward, muscles cramped onto his connection as worn eyelids closed against brawny skin reflected by the sharded melancholy of the light of the cameras and the flashes of party light. His raspy breath was easing in and out, short and stirred and just as much heavy with conflict as his head eased forward.

"We don't have to pretend like this is an answer to pain; if anything I think the way we love one another is an accompaniment to it." Your hand cupped Bojack's face, and his eyes squinted as his head tilted forward while ears lowered and eased across your palm as he continued to breath shakily, winced eyes easing forward onto your palm. "If we take every moment for what it is, it'll be that much easier to overcome when things don't go the way they should." Your red tinted drunken eyes eased across Bojack's as his siclkliness eased up and met your own that undressed him in your inamcty. "Can we try to do that?"

"You tell me." His voice cracked, eyes winced along with the puffiness of his bags as he continued to pant unevenly. There was a vague sense of patheticness to his air and disposition, a helplessness of timid uncertainty as he panted firmly against your skin. "You're the one that agreed to play along with this."

There was a sense of blame to his voice, and your lip curved up as you accepted the slight edge of challenge to his voice to keep himself from his own pain.

"Alright." Your hands eased across his shoulder as it eased up from his love handles, and your palm settled across his shoulder caused him to give another shaken breath as his head titled up, bloated cheeks meeting tenderly from the sochaupted shape of his neck as he turned his head upward, a natural agreement to the way he allowed his body to be rendered as yours. "I'll continue playing along with this."

"Well-not, playing." His body readjused as he gave a shaken rasp while his body threaded further back onto the counter, his hand gripping onto your hips. His breathing suggested both his enticement into the intimacy as well as the commitment and his absraisve need for it as you felt lovable arms threaded across your hips. He turned his head a shis cheek rested on your forehead. "Looks like there's plenttly of people joining in on the creep crowd. They are not turning away."

"Isn't that what you wanted?"

You felt his cheek rest on the top of your head, and the ease of his easped breath gudning across the slick sweat of your hair as his head eased onto the top of your head.

"I don't know."

The question was one that you expected, and just as awkwardly spoken in his itneion, while as profound in his tone as he spoke it with his natural honeyed voice. A bittersweetness overcame you; everything with Bojack did, ebing in his presence made the entire world seem as if it was turned to a tenfold of emotions in front of you adn around you, everything being turned to an incomprehensible human truth that was almost too sharp and edged and compacted with pain for you to be able to handle, such as it was being around anyone that carried profound beauty and truth such as he did.

The life he had lived had led you to loving on him the way that you were now- and to him receiving you. To know the feeling was mutual, mixed in with that feeling of that compact unbearable richness, was more than yoo could take. Everything, from the way that his body was made with every plush mold of his body, to just the right amount of pudge for you to fall under that rendered him incessantly human and vulnerable, to the impressive hill of his soft skin, down to his stocky legs that met against yours in the quiet of the night, yor goosebumps tingling as his black mane caressed against your body and touches that was made and fabricated for him, didnothing less than remind you that poetry of a perfectly embedded human being for you did, in fact, exist.

Your hand caressed across his thighs, and back onto his member. Your hand twisted as it eased across his thigh and your rested your palm under his thigh. Bojack's tender eyes winced as his expression turned back to you, expression somber as his eyes threaded into yours in question as his head titled back. Your palms raised up and eased under his thigh, and with a slight suggestion of a lit of your hand did you raise it from where his thighs were comfortably embedded onto the counter to keep the privacy beweeb your touches more private; Bojack's ears flew back as he felt your hand lifting up on his palm as he fel your hands raising up his thigh. He quickly rested it back down away, eyes darting up in panic as his expression wided as he watched you with panic easing across his eyes. Apology entered them, right along with an embarrassing alarm and emptiness as to how to respond. His pupils dilated as his expression crossed over your eyes.

"Oh-"

"I know, baby, I know." Your hand continued to ease under his thigh again in an attempt to raise his attempt at a shield back up; his eyes darted in unfettered panic as his face twisted while he watched you.

"Honey-no." Bojack's eyes darted over to the crowd, and his eys winced into his timid nature as his expression darted t you. 'Too vulenrbale. That is a bad vulnerable. Too much. They don't need to know that. The suggestion of it, maybe, but the entire thing."

"Isn't the entire point to be fully comfortable, to allow yoruslef to try and take control back from all the times you've felt violated from your own body and mind?"

"Well-" His eys darted up in timid thought. "Maybe. But not to the extent where I want to do it like this. Every time I've ever been forced to show off my body it was because of work. Numbing myself and drinking afterward and soaking up the love was what made it worthwhile."

"Exactly." Your eys dimmed with somber gentleness as your voice protruded with insistence; Bojack's eyes eased down as he heard the insitnet edge of your voice. "The only thing that fights through bad headspaces and depression and any other wya a person migth struggle is through connection; and the only way therefore people can ever feel truly connected is by eing full, vulnerable, to sho evry side so people can feel connected and know one another forever. Isn't that right?"

Bojack's snot titled back as his eyes winced. "What, by showing off something I am indubitably self conscious about? There might have been a stand point of lack of logic there."

"I know you wouldn't have thought of this unless there was something reason of what you wanted to be gained from it."

Bojack's eyes wined as his heal titled back. A question eased into his eyes as he turned his tenderness expressly to you. "I don't know. I think I'm pretty much the crown for bad ideas that then come back and make me regret ever trying or wanting to do it to begin with."

"You've spent your entire life being touched, beng controlled, by other people just for sake of some supeififical gain of whatevr it is that they saw they could get out of you. People have either hated you or called you an object of something they could use for their own gain."

Bojack's eyes eased up, breathing in as his expression, slightly more exhausted towards your questioning, met your eyes.

"Yes, to an extent that is true. We all know how clear that is."

"We don't have to stay n that black narrative, sweetheart." The admittence Bojack agev you was enough for your hands to caress across his thighs as your body rased up, and his head titled back as his teeth poked while eyes were threading into that compact of compelling emotion. "You don't have to stay in any narrative at all. That's the thing about life, human cocniousness; you don't have to stay in any one specific narrative or any presumptive or lifestyle just because that's what its been for you in the past. Youcan redress any experience, thought, or wondering in anyway you want; including and especially your body."

"Yes, I know that." Bojack's tone was quick as much as it was sharp as his eyes threaded back to yours with a squint. His eyes were burning and wet with desperation as his head titled to you."But I don't know why everything is going to be taken controlled of tonight. We're looking at a lifetime of being handled and felt a certain way, you understand?"

"I begged to marry you."

Bojack's eyes dimmed with his vague dry disbelief. "Yes, and daily I still question your sanity on that."

"I begged you-" Your hands reached out and eased onto both of his, pulling you both back into your intertwined focus as your eyes eased up to his in insistence. His ears kept back and there was still that narrative of his unverinity, but there was an agreement even in the pain of his conflicted eyes that spoke he was following what you were asking him to follow. "-And that wans't something that I was doing just for the sake of it."

"Really. I thought it was because it was something you just did every other week."

His voice was dry with his sarcasm, but there was a tender agreement in hs voice as he allowed the richness of his core to carry him in his own vulenrbale agreement. Somewhere, despite the pain in his eyes, was there a truth in his expression, and thought spoke of both bad and challnegingt hings, it was so reosundly truthful to what you knew in the essence of yourself that you were meant to follow it.

"I love you and I chose you because you feel like the essence I was meant to follow my entire life." Your fingers squeezed on his hand, and his ears lowered as he watched you, eyes flicked across your expression. "If I hadn't followed you, if I hand't fond you to love you and be your wife, I would have fallen into an emptiness aimlessness, and I would have lived my entire life carrying the burden of having that life and essence inside of me but not knowing where it belonged-just carrying it, my purpose driving me crazy in myself and never know what the sense was or where it led." Your hand began to ease on his thigh again, moving and slciking all the faster because of the slick of inaimcity of your bodies as your palm found its way under the preciousness of his tender under thigh again.

"But-" His wide, disturbed eyes snapped back over the crowd, eyes bulging as they eased against the heavy wrinkle bags under his eyes. "To this point?" He chuckled, nervously, as a defense as his wince d eyes turned back to yours.

"Your body was usd your entire life to completion; the both of us know that."

Bojack eyes eased into pain as his head turned back to the crowd. He turned his worried eys over to where your hand was rested under his thugh, raising your palm under his skin, and with a slight acknolegemtn did he allow his thigh to be raised up.

"The more they see with the way you deserve to be loved and touched, especially with the way they've seen you in the past, the more likely it is that they'll see you the way that speaks their language; the way that you want them to. What would be better?"

"Dignity, for a frist." But his thigh continued to raise until your hand stopped pushing under his tight entirely as his leg instead rested against his plush chest, the plump curve of his stomach easing against his legs as he allowed his thigh to press against it. His torn worried expression eased into his unknowing turned back to the crowed, dimmed as he did so, his member with your hand delicately threaded against it now firmly executed over to the crowd as his eyes dimmed while his worried expression eased across it.

"Freedome and the achievement of it looks different for everyone."

Bojack's ears flicked, and his eyes turned back to you, dry as much as they were failing to be in denial of his emotion. "Does it?"

"Freedom, the genuine realization that you can truly do and be whatever you want, is the most incredible feeling in the world once you break through the shackles told by others or yourself of what you should or shouldn't do. Once you realize hat in your life you can do whatevr you want at any moment and there's no genuine punishment or reward for it in either compacity, that's when you genuinely start to realize what life actually feels like; the way that it should feel like, freeing with any posstibtiles on any given day, with no rules or past deiftions of what any day or life or deitnion should look like, especially when you realize how flawed so many other people are with their perceptions of life anyway, if anyone is every really 'corect.'"

Bojack chuckled as his eyes sofnted while he turned his head down, lip raising up into appreciation as his eyes lowered across the inaimcity of your hand on his member.

"Look at you with these wordy philosophies. I must have missed the class on this."

"For you, as far as I've been able to tell, baby-and you are precious to me, I love you more than anything-freedom is through your body. Reclaiming it the way it needs to be reclaimed, the way you deserve it to be. To feel like it's your own.'

Bojack's eyes dimmed as he watched your palm ease across his member with a gentle caress of your hand, conflicted emotion easing on his eyes as he watched you, and an earnest look, as much as either of you had ever been given or had given, entering his eyes at your words.

"Oh."

The lights were increasing, and several people even took to screaming in their satifiation as they took eye of your hand gripping against Bojack's member, some of them taking to point as their eyes full of the more trashy version of an immature childish excitement entered their eyes. You could see the vague disgust that was entering Bojack's eyes along with the almond depth in his perception of the impossibility of his eyes as his expression turned upward, ears threading down as his eyes met against the flash of the cameras and of the wave of the sudden interruption of the people who were now openly shouldering and snapping to their advantage.

"At least six hudnered, I give it. Sx hudnered for a picture of goddamn Bojack Horseman and his wife giving him a massive jerk off in the middle of his own party after two peers died." A wide eyed glint of borderline maddening satisfaction was coming out of a wife and agape mouth as an iPhone was flashed in front of his eyes, chucking satisfying as he threw it up to his eyes. "This is fucking crazy!"

Bojack lifted up an arm as he looked out over to the crowd, though something changed in his hindered uncerinity as his eyes eased across the crowd.

"They seem…happier. More content."

Your eyes lifted up from where they were spoiling on his member, eyes easing up as your expression met up on his occupied eeys that were ne starting to ease into what looked like a melhcolic acceptance.

"And what about you, honey?" You eased your lip to rest on the tip of his member, your eyes focused on him intnely as you saw the muscles on his face tremble with an ease across hiss snotu as every emotion flashed across his snout. "What does this feel like for you?"

"I feel-" He breathed in heavily, his eyes darting acros the crowd, and his eeys heaved as he turned his expression downward. "I feel like this time, for at least a little while, I feel like everything is ok."

You picked up on the hints of lines of what Bojack was saying, as well as someone who had lived a life as long as he had and had experienced what he did; for every time there was something inside him that felt temporarily soothed, there was the understanding that there would be something on the neve ending transgressing of changing life that would make the current feeling a comical attempt at contentment.

"It's a start." Bojack's eyes, precious in how they set across his heavy aged face, turned up at the ease of your words. Your eyes became the same method of the akcnowlegmnt of your connection as your expression met up to meet his. "That's all we can hope for for the time being and the best we can do, right?"

Bojack paused-and then with a closing of his eyes and an intake of breath, he breathed in, reset, and that small innocent weave of a smile curved on his lip as his eyes turned onto yours with gentle guide and hum of agreement for the time being in its humble nature-and along with it, the reminder that either of you could redress your reaction to anything at any time. "Right."

"Let me show you what you alway deserved." Your body kneeled down in front of his cock, hand easing against the hardening of it as his eyes flicked in both want and uncertainty. "Show them, too, but that's only the extra bonus of loving you if that's something you want."

His eyes went vulnerable, but there was a thread in his character that broke into something that was a gradual spiritual journey of acceptance, rather than denial, and his breaking through of what it meant to fully fall into the new beelif of following it.

"You already know I don't know what I want." His eyes lowered, drunken and a mess, and the most handsome wretched authenticity you had ever seen. "But-we can try to figure it out, together." He paused for a minute as his eyes turned down. "Honestly, at this point, I just want what you want."

His voice cracked, and that was enough to break through whatever fake fog that existed in someone who wasn't truly living or didn't have something of precious reality in their lives back into your centerment of focused grounding.

"Come on, BJ, everyone deserves to have their story told! Even your little wee-wee! " There was some chcukling that follwod the man who spoke out. "We all start out somewhere unimpressive. We all gotta start at some point! Don't be embarrassed."

Bojakc chuckled, nervously, playing along with the man as his hand eased out and waved over to the man for the sake of playing alone. Your fingertip threaded across his cock, and his attention snapped back over to your touch, His ears flciekd back at the intiensity in your eyes. He felt it too; that welcomed but heavy desire between the both of you that would only led to a hard truth that they could never truly be one and the same; these passionate dances between the both of you was the closest thing you would get, and that was a strange, bittersweet heartbreak that the both of you had to acquire and accept. Your actions would lead them into every heavy promise that you had never known that you needed to feel to have that recenteed grounding of purpose and the way it came into the agreeable of a very real purpose of what the both of you shared and whatevr Bojack possessed and of what it did for you. Although Bojack's words could be, more often than not, simply spoken-especially these days, with the drugs that ingrained his system, it was everything that you ever needed to hear t to know what he was speaking to follow him; especially when you herself didn't even know that you had needed those codes of words of your own purpose of wanting to follow hm through the bittersweetness of life. There was something about the way that he was made that was exactly what you had always been looking for-and youinstantly memorized every movement, every way that he spoke, talked-and most especially, loved

And his face. That beautiful, softened and handsome face that seemed to become younger as time went on, rather than older.

"Don't worry." Bojack wagged his finger over to the man as he looked over at him with a timid, but confident from distant appearances over to the man as he gave that soft chuckle of amsuemnt. "You'll get your scoop tonight." He pointed in front of him with both hands to the crowd, awkwardly. "As a matter of fact you'll all get your goodman scoop tonight!"

Bojack's eyes softened as he listened to your words. His plush middle eased further back against the couer, eyes guided across yours as he allowed his easit to be eased by the rhythm of your hips against this plush middle.

"You're right." His yes flicked downward, his thigh raised up further a shis eyes flicked over to you and took in the ay his thigh was gradually raised with a further life from your hand. His eys flicked downward, ears lowered as a conflction of ucneritnity eased in his eyes. He snapped his head over to the crowd, his worried inner timid uncerinity eased across his expression as his eyes snapped over tot eh crowd, and you knew, whether for better or for worse for tither of you, that he was memoziniton every minute dettial pf how the people wer removing amongst the crowd.

You felt an ease of a melody of reminisce ease into your perception at taking in his trouebeld eyes that brought out the complex unceerinity of his spirit. It was a bittersweet sensation to take him in, as it always was to take in the compact bittersweetness of both truth and delciacly that made up the majority of his expression the majority of the time; but the emotions he did make you feel were rich and compelling, unfathmaable and, most importantly, true.

There was a certain kind of itnensinity inside of the both of you that carried you through life that a good majority of others lacked; a intensity for love and genuine human experience that guided the both of you throughout life that had seprarere dou from the relaxed, 'humored' majority of what surrounded the majority of the atmosphere for the two of you through the duration of an agrreevated life with very little to any connection.

You had burned into your memory the prettiness of his face that had captured you and that paritualar drama you carried along with you that met against this from the first day you had seen him-even before you had known who he was, or about that fired flame inside of him that spoke o an intensity to find human truth or at least the amend the lack of it, and the marks on his face overtime that had guaranteed he never would and as he had come to know over a period of his life, you had known, in the ways that matters, who he was now-possibly more than you had ever known anyone around you or ever would. There was a change just in the way he so much as looked at other people and navigated his way through life with that heavy, melhcolic air and that detachment of dry wit and observation and that inhreint romantic carrying that guided him that had dranw you to an eternal extend from the start; and through him did you reconginze and see yourself, and felt yourself ever further to come into your own through loving him, as if you knew each other more for loving each other, rather than less. From the way that his perfectly clumsy fatherly wrinkles traced on his face, especially when his expression lifted into a smile, not unlike the nervos one he bore now, from the way that his floppy chopped black hair raised on his snout as it pressed up against his forehead and the white diamond reflected from the blue raised across his snout, gently traced and complimented his always boyish and welcoming expressions; to the way that the sparkle of his green eyes glinted with a childlike, naive nature, but also some sort of intelligence that overcame things that even you didn't understand in a tehcncial level, but feeling it and taking it in was what mattered. From the soft pillow of his plump lips, golden with the passionate words that left them, and the way they would trail themselves along with his slurred words and match in their disarray from the burting out of his impulsive laden words and the nervousness and the desperation in front of him to be accepted, a match against the perfect handsome guide of his splayed out mane. There was something about it all that was gracefully and beautifully clumsy, unrekamable and worn by time, and you wouldn't have traded one thing about how he had been woven and fabricated over the period of his life- or the way that his own eyes fluttered back and forth inside of a precious inanity that was branded only for him and by him. He was the one thing on earth that was like him, and it pained her how much you wanted to treasure him for everything he was or ever had been.

"Ey, ey, that's right, BJ! Let's keep seeing the both of you making this more spicy than ever before, how's that sound? A little lift of the old hip and a raise of your body against the counter; both you and your wife can do everything you can tonight to make something memorable. Let's see it!"

"You bet!" Bojack's voice was forced and awkward, eyes glistening up into unknowing as his attempt at being agreeable to the man's encouragement eased across his nervous wave as doubt glinted in his eyes. "What kind of loser would make this big of a hyper about, consistently keep everyone here after all the shit that happend tonight, and excet them to not have a massive finale to make up for it? We have a letter better planning thna that around here!"

He waved his hand in a gesture of a clumsy attempt, still chuckling in his own nervous play along of the crowd even as his movement s executed through a chubby wrist and the flesh of his arms were turned forward as his body swayed along with the drunken air of how he carried himself. Your eys turned up as you paused in your concentration of your hands easing across his member, as if that somehow would have soothed him, or kept him from going on the thered edge that was the farthest thing or quiet nights between the both of you where he had dsovered what true, resounding mediation and love was like, the goodness of something that felt so right and natural that he had physically spoken through eyes and touches alone that night that you were teaching him how unnatural the excess of the rest of the distractions he had ever put himself into had been.

"Ye, that's right! I wanna see some dirty goodie type shit!" A woman with puffed cheeks and blaoted lips eyes' eased forward in a spiteful uncaring as her fingers clenched into a fist beside where she held her phone. She was clearly drunk, and more high and off stimulants than she could care to try or even attempt to hide. Her eyes eased into a fire flame as her eyes expanded across her puffy cheeks. "Let's get out some of the stuff that'll really get people talking!"

His nervous laughter continued right along with the tender nervousness in his eyes that suggested that although he was putting his trust in you to throw his vulnerability to the wolves of the crowd the way he had requested, but now actually doing it feeling worse than he knew how to actually come to terms with, thought there was the gradual ease of his own trust as he allowed you to lift his thigh from under your hand and raise the more heated part of your intimacy and tocuhe through the physicality of one another.

His eyes darted down to your touch for a moment, teeth spammed up into their abrupt and attempt at charming and soothing flash of his smile as he tried to appease what he still deemed, even now, something tha he could put genine trust and truth in.

"You know that if this stimulants and this hyper connection ends up not being the answer tonight, it's only going to lead to more problems due to the expectation of them." Your eyes met Bojack's, and his eyes dimmed as they turned downward up against your touch, and there was a vague threat of impateince in his eyes as he felt your fingertips ease onto his member; there was a sense of pelausre and control there with the concentration and focus of your hands easing across his member, and your adiramtion of him as well as emotional intimacy and sense of protection only increased s he took in the emotional trouble of his expresison while the muscles on his face twitched in uncease.

"It's all about the way I'm dressed up, right? Figuratively. If these assholes want to see some weird party going melodrama tonight and that's all they see me as, then fine." His eys eased up as his lip raised into a smirk, tumbling against the way his body swayed across the count as he gazed at you smugly, temptingly, against your expression as that edge of clumsy tease eased into his eyes. "But the way you're taking me home by the end of the night-different story, isn't it?"

"Not sure what you're talking about." Your lip raised into a tender amsuemnt, and he knew you were playing and teaisng games along with him. He chuckled at your words and your expression eased up to his teasing swaying ones as his dstant bleak and heauntingly drunken eys swayed across your expression.

'Oh, c'mon, don't give me that. You said it all that time ago yourself. That thing you used to say to me-about how anyone could be seen a certain way and what that looked like long term, and how the way you felt about me would redress any othe repulsive or empty way that anyone could ever see me, including myself?"

His words were slurred to the point where you could tell he was far too drunk to be able to have clarity with what he was saying; but that was all the more reason why everyone you had ever told him with your lips whsiperig against his ears at night, hands glidning across his skin as the two of you had found the most reousnding contentment within one another just from the touches of your hands and the messiness of the blankets between your bodies alone as the two of you had become as pure and a virtuous as children on those nights; your words meeting against hs cheek as his lip had poked out, head turned back and ears flicked as he had gripped his blanket sheets and laughed rapsily, purely, against the feelings of your words, stocky legs meeting by your hips.

"It's incredibly rare, the feeling that I have wtiht you; the intensity and the day to day dedication of it."

"I'll say. Most of these guys the most basic idea of anything that has even the slightest long temr commitment ends up being something either unbelievable or something they laugh at because they can't even recognize how it's something that they'll never have. Dedication, long term, in and of itself-how crazy. Unbelievable."

"I remember you saying the same yourself from your own mouth all the time ago." Your lip raised into an acute smirk as it teased across his member, and Bojack's eyes flashed down as ears flicked back.

"Yes-exactly. Anything I indulged in and exactly the opposite of whatever these guys are coming up with to invalidate what they so clelay think is something to be mocked. Ridiculous."

There was an edge to the amount of disgust in his voice considering the amount of hyspocirty in it; but the cartoonish disgust in his voice came from a core of authnetc disgust, and you knew he meant every word, and had always wanted to meet the more superior and levred person he was now.

"Whether it means for greater, superior or not, dedicating myself to you, healthy, true, focused, present, is all i've ever wanted to do with myself or my life anyway."

Bojack's eyes blinked as his compact worried eyes eased back across your expression titled downward across his member as he watched your hands tease across his cock. His teeth poked, worried tender eyes turning back to the crowd, and with a slight rasped ease that suggested a complacent restart did he ease his thigh onto the counter , turning his head forward as his focus, tired and heavy and aged, but full of those detials to be love don , turned down to your eyes.

"Yeah?"

There was a richness he was searching for; the both of you felt and knew it. You contuiend to ease your touch and your caresses against his private as the flashes continued, your focus and concentration on his intmaicty seeming of a different realm of experiencing it rather than whatever flawed narrative the people were coming up with around you.

"Simple might not be considered exiciitng by default,t but the more you get around in lfe the more you realzinse that nothing is genuinely exciting anyway; at anyone's core usually what we crave and virtue comes from peace."

"Ah, yes. Like the worn dwn stripper said to me once." His eyelids were eased in humor as his expression eased down and crossed ove ryour body. His teaisng humor was his own compliment towards the idea that he knew the thread of richness and truth he was following along with you, and though daunting from how rare it was to find the spiritual answer, especially for his own narrative of himself, he would still follow you, both celebrating and uncertain at once and at the end of it, intimdated, just a syouw ere, that the bth of you had been lucky enough to find one another; a daunting thing if only from raritery.

"Loving you every day of my life; dedication, the peace it gives me, the way it so naturally comes to me and out of me whether I fight it, judge myself for it or not, even weather it ends up being cosndiered a virtue or strength or the like-it's been like nothing else, and it carries me through every toxicity, every bad perception or challenge, and I could dedicate myself to other lifestyles and goals or be something else and have a different dressing up of idneinity."

Bojack hesitated, his eys gently flikd in thought as he heard the trail of your words.

"And do you? Ever want to do something else?"

"I would at times; I still do sometimes now."

"You do?" A hesitancy, tender insecurity.

"But then I think about how every other approach to life or meaning either ends up a race to try the next thing to make up for how little that thing was able to satisfy; or I think about how it's only a distraction at best when it comes to huamjity, not a genuine answer. I think of every person who has chased after something similar, in the same aount of confidence and ambition and intentions as much as I would approach them wife, and I think about every one of those stories that has ended the same thing and in the same way time and time agaon; the logning for something so much simpler, human, enough even just in the concept of it to carry out even the most miserable life."

Bojack's tender eyes darted to the side, the muscles on his face easing down as his expression lowered. "So."

"I also began to realize that nothing I ever did would be enough to make any mark in my life, and by forcing myself to focus on something solely for the ambition, all I was doing was forcing myself to do was to suffer for the sake of some success that would never be enough for any individual preceding it anyway, and torutiing myself from day to day because I thought it would lead to some grand expanse of conflcusion; but tehre's none of that. There's only now, and I want to love you, every day, in every way that makes us comfortable and full of joy. If this is all there is, than it's more than enough, as long as I can follow you and love you every day in whaeever way it comes to either of us; and its more than enough, in any way that it comes to me or in any way that i can give it to you."

His expression was one of what seemed like a heavy laden guilt. His eys turned back to the crowd as he winced, hand raised up on his snout as he winced and turned to the flashing crowd.

"Ever notice that all these people-the quaily of their lives reflects their character? Almost as if-I don't know, like the world is giving them what they deserve because of who they are. Shitty lves to shitty people, and groping onto people who have something better than them. They get jealous, angry, as if they're owed more; but honestly if I were to know my interaction with the majority of them I'd say no."

"I have noticed that." Your head turned up from where your lip was grazing on his foreskin, your eys lifted up as he turned his head and met back into his eyes, worried a as much as they were compact. A small humor was transferred between the both of you as you responded, "And I don't think it's entirely a coincidence, either."

The soft smile on his bemused features raised up for a moment, only to ease back down as his eyes timemd as his expression turned in front of him in a distant thought.

"Do you think-that I can try to get myself out of that circle, at this point?" His voice dimmed, hands eased across the counter as he turned his eyes down to you in question. Your lips contend to graze across his member as you allowed your mouth to gently eased against the tip, and Bojack's teeth poked out as he gave an intake of a breath, body tense under your pleasure thatmxed in delcialtey with the warmth of conversation and the cheerment of the crowd.

"It's just a theory, isn't it? There's no genuine either cage or anything that's keeping either of us from anything in technicality. It's all just theory; that most people live terrible or mundane lives or unfullling ones to match what they deserve witht heir character."

Bojack wet eyes eased up to the ceiling, bleak blue reflecting in his eyes as he turned his head up with teet easing out.

"Yeah, I guess that is true."

His voice was omber and cracked as he spoke, head turned up as his eyes threaded up against the ceiling with his body eased back against the counter, body readjusting against your hands as your pleasure eased across his thighs and your mouth guidning across the tip of your lip. Your eyes eased up to where you saw his head tilt back, watching the way his head turned back.

There was that intense wall of warmth that existed between the both of you, and it was easy enough to get lost in without any perception of anything around either of you; but with another large flash that came from the cameras and shouts that eased from the crowd, it managed to cut you out of your thoughts as the noise brought you back down to reality.

"Well, there's one thing that's clear, they do enjoy this." His voice was somber in that authentic and naturally low exhaust in his tone that spoke of someone exhausted enough with life that he had far suppressed gushiness or humor other than dry wit, and you could feel the absraisve disconnect between the two of you and your energies as he turned his head to the crowd. "I guess that is what I wanted."

There was no point in trying to dig through whatever else may have ben true that night or what might have ben better; Bojack's mind was too complicated and his character too conflicted to do much other than to take the small concussions that made sense and had peace for the night.

He grumbeld as he turned his expression to your head as your eyes were eased up to his, expression threaded down as his expression eased up into a light of concentration as he eased his body forward to your eyes.

"Hi, beautiful."

His voice was rasped with guidance as he eased his hands forward onto your shoulders, easing himself further against your intimacy as he pushed himself further against the welcome of your lips. His thigh raised up by his chest as he kept his wrist pressed against his knee, watching your body press further against your mouth. His stout fingertips reached forward as the rested on the top of your head, threading across the top of your head while his fingertips eased across the top of your head, pressing himself further against your lips while the warmth of his insecure length eased into your lips.

"You can take control in any way you want." Your lips eased across his foreksin as your eyes turned up, eyes meeting his as his expression lowered down onto your eyes. A glimmer of unreadable emotion, but one that suggested confidence, eased into his eyes as he turned his hands against your sculpt, threading his fingertips on the top of your head while he easd them through your hair and the slick of your sweat that came alone with the intimacy, eyes fearful and uncertain, but with an especially notable glint f something that suggested confidence where previously there had only been complaceny.

"Noted."

He leaned his body forward until the curve of his stomtahc eased across your face, and the warmth of his body eased against your embrace as he turned his snout forward and onto your head. His rapsy breath eased across the top of your head as his snout turned forward and onto the top of your head, breathing inward as the rhythm of his voice threaded shakily against the top of your skin, hands easing with a timid softness that complement that uncertain tone of his voice in his own delicate and timid uncertainty.

Your body began to ease back onto the floor, slipping on the whiskey stains left behind from others as your face guided across his snout. There was ana freement in that moment that there wa slif and stimulation ebtween you, the answe to whatevr sickness that had ever eased into his or your mind previiosuly to make up for the human need of life, and the goodness of being genuinely present had never been as present or make as much factual sense as much as it did between the two of you.

"Lean on down." Bojack's breath barley allowed the words to ease out from the pleasure he was getting from your mouth easing ono his member. "I want to make sure that they get a fully loaded view of what I'm like now."

There was a sense of his previous emptiness in the request, but there was, admiteeely, a certain thrill to allow your bodies to show off agaisnt the crowd, and their response was something Bojack was getting something off of; whether for better or for worse seemd irrelevant.

"Ok." Your lips raised up into humor as you laughed, your head turned back as you eased your body away from his hips.

"Personal truth is the only real value, right?"

"Is that another thing I taught you?"

"It's the only string of sentences I ever bothering remembering, coming out of your mouth." He breathed heavily as his fingertips guided across your scalp, both with tenderness and desperation at once. "The sooner we do this the easier it'll be to show them-but even if we don't I want to believe I can try to still feel the same. And I think I can."

Your body began to ease down as you allowed Bojack to caressed his hands on each of the sides of your body, your hips easing down onto the cold of the stained floor; but you hardly cared or even felt it as your eased your head back, Bojack graduating his snout away from easing on your head as the front his snout increased found its way by your face, sweat laden and in agreement as he pressed his palms on the side of your face with chubby palms easing across your cheek.

"Make sure we can see the good stuff, BJ!"

Bojakc gruffed, something that seemd as much as the akcnowlegemnt of his strain as much as determination as his plush body began to uncrul from easing you away from the counter and instead settled on your body easing onto the floor, twisting against it as your head titled back, hands reaching up towards him in invitation.

"You also said perception wa slimitness, so much to the point that people not realizning just how limiltness it was was why people felt there was a limit. Do you remember that?"

"Do I remember everything I ever told you and evr wanted to before I knew you?" Your head titled up with your lips raised into a smile. "I don't think I keep a checklist of things that are already so naturally with me, no."

Bojack's eyes fluttered up, and he gave a shrug of his shoulders as a vague humor and acceptance eased onto his face.

"I'll also remember that." His face rested into a lowered allurment as his face eased across your body, hands meeting on your shoulders as his palms squeezed them. "One of us had to be the memrozy storage for my wife brilliant philosophies spoken in the middle of sex."

"Why do you want to do this?" Your hands eased onto his brawny shoulders, caressing them with a guidance that met across his chubby shoulders as he watched you with hs trouble laden eyes.

"Are we going in these circles again?"

"In such detail? To the point of this?"

"Oh." His eyes dimmed as he raised his eys downward. He kept his focus on you despite the noise increased as your lips pressed against his thumb while he found the coure to wipe it off with your lip, thumb easing against where the leftover love making had occurred from being into that reosudnign pleasured intimacy. "I feel like it makes it more real, frankly; that it's something that should be proven how great it is. I don't know why I feel that way, or why i should; but I want to share this with people. Does that make sensee?"

"It's not enough for us just to experience it?" Your cheek rested onto his chubby palm as he finished wiping off some of the salvia off of your lip. "The best and most worthwhile things in life that are carried are things kept to themselves."

His eyes flicked in an abrasive heat, though it was soft, and only for a moment.

"Honey-you know that's not how I see hings for me. I need it to be confirmed by people. A lot of people. I can't trsut my own perception."

"Is that about how you think I'll leave you eventually-that you believe that there will be no trace, and you'll be left to nothing but your bsd memory?"

Bojack's eyes and the complciaiton within them spoke all the answer needed. His eys dimmed as they turned downward, imposisbly melcholci with a certain mature humle human pain of on e who had born it autehncially and with his own weight to carry it with little else shining into that richness o human eyes that made up someone who had had to carry it for so long. His chubby hands eased across your arm as his expression dimmed while he kept his chubby hands on your hands.

"I'm sorry." His eyes flicked back up to yours against instantly, ears lowered as his eys winced to meet your softness. "You're right. Let's just make love and enjoy this, for exactly what it is, and whatever it is that means something to you"

Bojakc paused, clear uncertain thought easing into his eyes; and then with a breath did he reset as he rolled his shoulders and set his hands for gudining across your skin as he readjusted the way his stomtahc eased across your hips. Your body turned back, arching up into his agreement that rare way thats sometimes happened in the sweat laden comfotabiltiy that made up humanity in the messiness of the sheets in the middle of the night; though the majority of the nights were you easing yourself onto him as his chubby stout, helpless form gudined hopelelssy under your hips as you made love to him until he swpt ans beyond of everything he had evr wanted in a partner and relationship above all by this time of wear in his long, unlovedlife, like so many before him and current with him, and long after. He wasn't exceptional in his pain, only lucky to have found the one person who wanted to bear it in something as rare to the point of being considered mystical.

One hand fele from your head as he threw his hands on the floor, scarping his stout fingertips on the messy floor as stained liquor met his palms, gripping his hands against the grey tile at your touch as your hands began to find their way past the more increasing dnalging curve of his stomach, your palms reaching out as they grazed across his panting stomach and found their way by his member again, easing your hands delcialtey and with ease back up against the hard strght of his member as it eased ito your palm. Bojack smirked against the red spot that had now formed underneath your bites that rested on various marks of his well loved and long awaited loved body, your lips rested on his stomach as your torso continued to ease across his body while he entered you even as your hand guided it over to your own inaimcy between your legs.

"If I was born to be nothing but a fool for you until the both of us pass, then I'm more than content that that was all I'll ever be meant ot be, and all I ever was." Your voice threaded across the modled unique part of his chest, and he laughed as he eased his head downward and back onto your forehead, getting the entrance ot offer the unconditional love that he used to think he couldn't give and dib;t existent, when the real reason was that he was a lost soul among millions who had never had the window to inspire the purity out of him, such as you were constnaly for one another now.

"We'll always come together on that one, sweetheart."

His voice cracked in the depth of his agreement, voice as somber as it was emotioannl authentic towards his heaviness and the beauty that he had managed to keep obtained onto despite all the reasons of why it shouldn't have been present. His hands squeezed on your shoulders as he eased his cock back into the intimacy of your legs, your lips opened as hips jutted into his soft middle.

Slowly did you trail your lips towards him now-allowing your curves to push against the middle of his thighs as you felt his cock gaze against your curves while your hips jutted up firmly against the plush wasit of his body while he eased himself onto your hips with his member easing into your thighs. There was a sadness that overcame you in that moment of the beauty of your relationship, of the odd dispiar that came along with the truth of it and just how compelling and demeaniding it was for the both of you to feel the truth of you existence and how everything either would have destroyed or dailed either of you in comparison-your head eased back while the back of your head against the alcohol stained floor, your head easing back as eyes fluttered.

"Tell me if this gets to the point where it feels more of a forced endeavor than it does anything that's worth-whatever it is that would come out of the other end."

Bojakc's voice was gruff against your skin, and you laughed as you eased your head back, allowing your eyes to shudder down as your lip opened up, laughing softly as your hand eased across the back of his neck.

"We already came this far. I don't see what the point is in not going a little further. We already came this far; I want to make sure it's something that was worth everything you went through tonight." Your hands eased across his mane while fingertips threaded across the splay of his black hair, meeting delcaitley against the puffiness of his black bag and eyes that showed off the strain of his expression and the narratives going on inside of his mind in that complicated night.

Bojack's eyes raised up from your chest, tender as they eased across your expression, which turned up as your eys reflected against your emotional infauction against his tender eyes that were compact and focused as he eased his head on top of where his hands were rested across both sides of your torso.

Bojack let out another hardly suppressed sigh that was heavy enough that you knew everyone else around you, even with the blaring noise of the crowd and of the people surrounding with their loud voices and the imposiblilty to hear anything else besides the inaimcty of the both of you, was unable to hear the soft humanity of the way his tone speak against this anyone around you had heard the maturity of the somber sound of his tone, more considerate than his impsulivity of his actions or his decisions and even words of his impsulive actions would have projected and suggested, they would have been able to have the appreciation for what Bojack was trying, in his own muddled wayward way, to execute tonight; the idea of him being seen in a human and digifned light, of being someone worth humanity and grounding of something of genuine quality and appreciation.

But the people around you didn't speak a narrative of much of anything except for their increased encouragement of their words and the loudness of their distraction and the enjoyment of it, and any attempt to try and take them away from their distracted and easily cheap lifestyle of amusement and the equally cheap and fake superficial guide of uncaring towards anything around them in any quality way, including and especially to even themselves, and you knew the language you and Bojack had come to speak was one that was only meant for the both of you, even if it felt suffocated at times to feel it.

"Hey-hey, man, close up, right?" One young boy with his yellow hair sticking out from a red beanie crossed his way over to the two of your, kneeling himself downward as Bojack's worried and childish eyes of his narrative of expressive genre of something that was meant to be read only by you in a way complimentary to you both snapped his head over to the kid. An iPhone was messily eased into his palms as he smiled, his jutted teeth suggested a sticking poke out of a hole in the white flash of his teeth as his eyes glimmered in amusement. Bojack's eyes dimmed as he eased his head forward to him, eyes dimmed as he raised one hand to keep the flash that came from the phone.

"Sure." Blunt, dry, to the point, and excessively exasperated without any form of turning away from that approach for the sake of having ar least some control of the otherwise enfolded chaotic night.

Bojakc breathed in deep, sighing as his dry eyes eased back up to your face, which turned upward from where your head was eased across the floor, youe eyes meeting up into the conflicted pain of Bojack's that came along with his restlessness to do something that would satisfy that abrasive need to prove a sense of remarkable worth to the outward, and his desperation to try and find sense into the language that the both of ou spoke that he was still attempitng to understand, much less to know how to respond or believe in the way you both wanted.

The man chcuckled as he lifted up a brow-the tired ease of Bojack's eyes nd the weariness of his expression turned up as he met across the flash of the iPhone. For whatever attempt he was trying to give at seeming humane in hi actions, the gleam of satisfaction in his eyes was all that eiethe rof you needed that he was getting everything he wanted out of this, and for all superficial reasons. The insult in Bojack's face increased right along with the flashes of the camera and the light against the man's eyes.

"Hey, don't sound so down about it. You threw this whole thing to make people like me happy, right? Clinging onto it, getting off of the whole damn thing."

There was a reset in Bojack's eyes, and his shoulders eased down as he eased his hips onto your body. Your body turned up, eased across his stomach as the tried exhaust of his eyes eaed across your hips as your body curved upward against his stomach, his hands glidining across your arms as you eased yourself into him further, privaites becoming intimate as his cock eased between you legs-but in his eyes was the same stoic dry exhaustion that gave awya his genuine mood.

"That is why we're doing this."

"Well, good." Another flash; this time towards where Bojack's thighs were eased agaians your legs. Bojack's eyes snapped upward to the man as the muscles on his face tensed as the lash flooded your intimacy for a moment, and the man chuckled as his eyes flashed down to his phone screen. A satisfaction began to beam across his expression as he snapped his hand on his red curls while eyes enligthtne.

"Holy shit!" His eyes snapped to Bojack's exhusted and actively exasperated ones. "I got the goddamn nude and everything."

Bojack visibility rolled his eyes, trying to keep the majority of his focus clearly focused on your. "Yeah, I get it. You got the prime gold for the night. Maybe it'll get to the point where people will actually try to have sex with you first hand instead of trying to glomp on like this a paritiess."

The man shrugged, stull chuckling as his yes turned down tot eh camera.

"You can say what you want. This is incredible." His eys flashed across the camera, head tilting as his eyes beamed across the screen. His eyes flicked back up to meet bojack's exasperated ones. "I can show this to my friends, right?"

"Do whatever youw ant." Bojack waved his hand dismivvely back over to the crowd. "I would suggest making sure that you can at least keep a decent distant away from my wife and I and not drool between the cracks. Neither of us ever gave permission or said anything about coming this close."

The man compled, raising himself up as his palms rested on his knee, his eyes plastered to his phone screen with that wonderment. He began to step back and into the crowd again, or at least a few feet away, and the flcik of a roll of Bojack's eyes and a gently laden rasp of "thnak god" left his lips as the hardened look of his eyes turend away from the man. He paused as he began to step his way back as Bojack eased his plush body further onto the curves of yours, hand easig across your arms as his eyes gazes across you with the gentle vulenrbalilty of his eyes.

"You're both doing a good thing here-tonight." Bojack's head flickered up from where his lips were about to press against the pale of your cheek, and his head turned up as eyes dimmed and ears flickered back while boht vulenrbaility and eustion eased into his eyes. Your hand squeeze don his arms; there was a madness that came along with deep grief and you saw it in every way Bojack carried himself, from the way there was the sickliness of a mind without grounding or to tether them to reason or reality, to the emptiness of his slow headspace and low tone and execution that suggested an unfathomable exhaustion of fight with existence that was made to destory him and any other being-the slowness that came wlong with defeat. Even in the way your bodies celerbated was eveyr sign there, and even as his surprised eyes snapped up to the man as his eys glisnted in question.

"What?"

The man shrugged, timdly. He stepped back, phone gripped.

'It's not just about the money, you know? This is a grea thing your wife and you re doing here-to let people into what you both have."

Bojack's eyes dimmed a shis eyelids lowered down.

"Right. That must be why you're taking all these photos?'

"I just think-yes, that part os great. But outside of this for a lot of people it's just politics and arguing andd doing drugs and trying to make peace with the fact that they know they don't have anything real in their lives, you know? What I'm experiencing here tonight feels…different. I want this not just for the online attention."

"But it's a pretty big part of the element, isn't it?" Bojack's head titled forward, teasing in his eyes but also one of frstrated mockery. Your hands eased across his arms, threading your fingertips against his skint o try and keep him with you and the rhythm of a sense of home and warmth.

"I mean it. What you and your wife have, what yu do for oe another; it feels incredible just to witness. So-thank you for letting me have that toight. Tomorrow I'll wake up and I'll smoke some weed, check social meida and maybe even see two of you on the news; but what you're showing everyone tonight is something else." He stepped back, dim light of the party easing across his face as he stepped back. "Just wanted to say that you weren't wrong for wanting this to be a thing tonight. You made a lot of people feel good."

Bojack's eys flickered in doubt, but his eyes turend back down to your breasts again as he man began to step away.

"Huh." Softness in his eyes, slowness of thinking over the words as his palms eased across your arms, and your body shivered under his touch as his cosnderate eyes eased across your body. "Weird."

"I think it's sweet."

"Please. We both know that we just said that to give a little bit of a softnend monoouge to his dick pic and whatever weird reward he's going to get out of it tomorrow morning." His eyes dimmed into a drunken exasperation as his eyes lowered across your body. "First rule of making sure you don't piss people off you want to capitalize off of-make sure that you leave some weird goodie bullshit behind to make them feel calm."

Your lips eased up, tired but in agreement that allowed Bojack to know that his cynicism of the man's words were safe with for as long as they were true to what Bojack felt.

"It dosen't matter what other people's intentions are, how alone you are, how alone either of us are, really. Or what anyone syas or thinks or what worth they either see or don't inside either of us."

Bojack's eyes winced as his pupils eased across yours in his compact, adorable quesiton. "No? Easier said than done when we're literally wired to believe the intentions and actions of anyone around us."

"Forget them. They don't know anything more than we do-maybe even less at this point."

There was a sadness in Bojack's eyes at your words; an impossible sadness as his expression eased downward and the muscles on his face eased across the tension of his expression; the kind that spoke that the only genuine punishment was to not fall fully into that black dispair of where he saw nothing but bad and terrible surrounding him.

But you didn't care for allowing him to fall into that narrative, or even pay attention to the sudden onslaught of chuckles that you heard come down the steps as you truend your ehad and saw the man tripping back over the crowd with his phone in his hands, his arms waving up with pride as he stumbled over himself to the crowd to show off his phone and the photo on it, snapping his head back to the perceived entertainment he assumed the both of you would give him. The sudden laughter of comments, widnedn eyes and hands flashed across mouths hardly mattered, their eyes lightning up into a mocking disbelief as their expression snapped between the two of you.

"Does it feel the way you thought t would?" Your head eased up as your lips grazed across Bojack's ears, and his ears flciked back at your mouth as it pressed across his cheek.

"What kind of question is that." A swear left his lips, voice tense as he raised his snout up from where his skin was rested on your chest, vaguely defeinsuve, mostly unreadable. "Does anything?"

He paused, and a reflection that came along with self reflection of how terrible he felt eased into his eyes as the light in them dimmed slightly with the exhaustion in them. "If I say yes it's on me, isn't it?"

"Not in my case."

You pulled him further via his shoulders, palms resting on his skin as you pulled him forward. He let out a sharp intake at the sudden feeling of entering further into you, his eyes closing as his head eased against your chest.

"The one that mainly matters. Am I getting that right?"

"If you want it to." Your head eased across his chek as you hear dhim pant further against your shoulders, your palms glided across his body as your hands eased against his lovehandles. "God knows I already feel that way about you, whether its repcpetivoated or not."

"It is." Bojack's voice as blunt and straight to the point, and you felt his cheek ease across your face. "Just not always sure about the technicalities of what that looks like long term or how that helps either of us to navigate anything."

You could have tried to talk him into a different headspace; the way you had before that had led to intense but ultimately needed conversations where the core of deeply caring about one another had been at the center of it.

Instead, you allowed yourself to squeeze your fingertips further around his hardened cock, running you hands among the soft flesh of the tip that was now glazed in precum from the intense intimacy you had shared so far.

Bojack's mouth was now completely rendered in something that almost came across as pained want in the amount of desperate pleasure you were giving one another amidst the was incredibly tactile to touch- and incredibly addicted, possibly needing it more than any other emotional ned, that the thought had flashed through your headspace before that to deprive him of warmth of bodies and sexual touch would have been to deprive what most people considered a passing desire.

You hadn't and wouldn't even consider doing that-not once. It pained you in much of the same way it pained him just to think of what it felt like to be touched and understood, to have both physical intimacy and emotional intimacy transformed into a complete contentment between the two of you and wahsing awya of components in his headspace that previously would have destroyed him had it not been for the sweeping heal, or at least the living togethe rin wound, that holding him at night and making love to him granted both of you. It was his language, and there was nothing more fulfilling than speaking the love of your life's language.

Your lips allowed you a shaky grin as you pressed her hands further up against his cock and deeply stroked against the trembling membrane, now seeing the way his hips jutted up in response to the rhythm of your legs entering him deeper as he let out another moan. His hands reached out and abruptly pressed against your stomach as his grasp teased your in the direction where syou desperately wanted all of you to be-the both of you were irrpelabaly tire dand exhausted of being alive and had been for ong passing incimprehsible decades, and the richness of the weariness found in one another was the biggest reward to come from that feeling. It was the only comfort for the both of you, the only reason for the pain; and in that way it was both of your relentless addiction and desire to be fully embodiment within one another as much a syou were able, the presence of one another akin to the feeling of the world still being abrasive and unforgiving, but it was softer in your own mind, and made even softer by the presence of one another.

"Here we go."

Bojack grunted as he eased himself in between you legs with an insistent thrust, and your head eased back further a slips opened and eyes widened at the feeling of him pressing himself further into your hips.

There was a shock tht went through your body as you felt the full pleasure of Bojack easing against your hips, your fingertips pressing further into his skin. His snout titled up, eyes dimmed in his own concnrern as he felt the ay your body tensed under nearth the feeling of him fully being into you. His eyes wicked, handsome with the sudden concern that eased into his eys and the consideration of his expression as the puffy eased of his eyes turend up in concern.

"Probably a dumb question after whatever that was, but-are you ok?"

Your eyes fluttered closed, lips easing against one another as the muscles on your face relaxed. Your head eased back up to the profound worry of Bojack's eyes' full of emotion and concern, whether he admitted it or relaize it himself or not.

"It feels just as incredible, every time. No matter how complicated or hard things are or how stranger everything in, going in from one another and out to another question and all of it swirling into a strgance that surrounds the entire narrative of it-and you becoming a part of me feel just as good every time, like going back to a home beyond a home."

There was a slight flick of change in Bojack's eyes, but he kept himself well put together enough as he cleared his throat as eased his hands back across your torso. His eyes lowered into something that was far more playful, cocky as a smile began to raise across his lip, turning his eyes warmly and delciatley upward with a cocky element easing into them as he started to ease his hips further onto yours.

"Well, why don't we try to test that theory to make sure it stands the test of the most obnoxious place I could think of?"

There was a teasing in his voice, and in his own raspy voice was there a thread of his own humor that as meant to cury anything more painful other than what he wanted to attempt as a sense of control. Your head eased up from the floor as your shoulder followed, your eyebrows easing down into concern as he watched the attempt at being cockily alluring in Bojack's disposition; it suited him in a hurmours and oddly precious way, and complimented him in kind.

"Is that why you want to do this tonight?" Bojack's eyes lowered as they dimmed vaguely, and there was a soft panic in them as he eased his bod slightly away from resting fully on your hips. But your hand reached out and eased across his shoulder and his eyes flicked down while teeth poked out as he felt himself turned back into your hands.

"I mena-it's a viable theory, isn't it?" His eyes eased across yours in question as teeth poked in his own uncerinity, a sincerinity in his tone as his innocent eyes eased across your expression. "To want to…make sure whatever it is we are are or whatever happens to us, it's not going to have anything bad happen?" His ears flicked as his expression eased across your eyes, voice almost dimming out every now and then as he spoke.

"If this is about a test of whether or not this can last-"

"Good-Jesus, no. Maybe, somewhere inside of whatever narrative of my broken brain I have going on-but that's not the reason why I asked."

"I respect you for it."

His defense began to lower, eyes dimmed as he watched you with genuine suriese easing into his eyes. "Really."

"But I do what you to know that we can't measure something like that. I don't know if we ever can, and we can't take one night and take it as the measurement of the entire relationship."

Bojack's snout turned down, muscles on his face cramped as he closed his eyes. "Don't say that?"

You paused in your rhythm of your hips gudining across his own, body pausing as you saw his worn eyelids turning down. "Why?"

"Because-" He paused, voice threaded in exhaust as he eased his expression back up to your question again. "I just think that the term 'relationship' already suggests that this isn't going anywhere. Like it's just some cheap containment of what we have just for now, and that it will inevitable change eventually the same way everything always hs and probably always will."

"For you." You tested the words, tasting the question in them, and the desperation on Bojack's eyes increased as he snapped his eyes to you.

"Yeah, exactly! For me! It's not a hard concept to understand that I want this to be something else-and if it's not-after the embarrassment that I went through of having even the slightest promise or trust in marriage-that would just be incredible. Great wya t have something follow me personally and professionally for the rest of my life. Five starts for getting my ass off the ground and making an even bigger idiot out of myself." His hands waved beside him and the gestures of his body must have set off the rest of the crowd; their chuckoing increased as well as the amusement of their flashes.

Your hands gripped onto Bojack's shoulder, and the insult in his eyes was eased only for a moment as his eyes flashed back to your insistence. His ears lowered as his compact emotions met your own, your palms easing across his skin as you tried to bring him back down from his spiral. He breathed for a moment, heavily, a hitch in his voice as he rasped and twisted as much as the conflciton in his eyes.

"I came here for the same reaossn that you did."

"Yeah, I get that. But from the same literal place of what life made me?" His head titled as he watched you with cycninal and michvelious eyes. "Can you really say that you agree or can see me with where I'm at with that."

"I'm with you because I love everything of what you are and ever have been-not because I'm like you. That's part of the reason why we work-why I love you so deeply."

"But-" He paused as his eyes dimmed downward, eyes encased into a tear duct wet of ease as his eyes turned downward.

"Sweetheart, the best way you can tr to fight this pain, to come into it, is to just let it be how it is. Let it come over you; the insucituies, the pain, the past wounds and the unceirninty and everything else that makes up your headspace of whatever it is that's tormenting you that makes you feel like you're doing something wrong. Accept it, and it will stgagant, and then we'll be able to ind one another once you begin to stop letting it control ou with the fear of i happening and let it be as present as everything else."

"Does it?" His eyes winced as he watched you, head eased back in question-timind, adorable, dispairning in hi emotional compact unceinty at the same time."

"I;ve been where you've been-'

"Doubt it."

"I've been in my own personal version of feeling nothing but that abrasive black surrounding me, those feelings of my thoughts being my own enemy and nothing that could take me out of it-I still do now at times. But I'm learning to let the hopelessness take over me at times, to let it come over me, to become a mundane part of me rather than something to be avoided."

"To become a part of you." Bojack's eye winced as his expression teased into an unknowing as his eyes crossed your body, doubt and his childish unceinity easing in his eyes. "Really."

"I know it sounds like it's not a good idea on the surface-"

"Or any good idea." He paused, a regret eased across his eyes and the impossible ouirty of his core as he realized he was cutting of the person he was learning to love in a literal manner, rather than just inside. "I'm sorry. You obviously know more about this than me. Continue."

"I just think-" Your breasted heavily, and Bojack readjsuted his hips on your body as his eyes were still delicate while they guided up to you in question. Your eyes were dimmed as they eased across his arm, focusing on the brush of the caress of your hand while meeting across the slick sweat of his skin, "The more we accept the wayyou are, with everything you are and ever have been, the richner it will be long time, even on the bad days. Do you understand?"

"So-what you're saying is, if I meet my energy t the same place where my shitty ciructanacnes are or have been, somehow that'll make it easier."

Your lips curved up, and you readjsuted to allow the mood to change vaguely as your eyes met back onto Bojack's question.

"Existence can be a horror for anyone depending on how they dress it up, and ots everyone's own problem." Your eyes eased up as your expression extended onto Bojack's lowered dim ones. "I found the one person who i want to carry that through; to make it easier, and to love you through everything you are. I know it seems too good to be true especially with the people you're surrounded by who actively discourage something like that-and I don't care. If anything that just reminds me how actively ridiculous other people are, how wrong and sick the world is-"

"You're telling me."

"But we don't have to be like them, sweetheart. We can be the ones that don't crumble, that don;t lose our humanity or sanity or hope or fall away with the rest of the world. We can be the exception; the rest of the world can fall, but that dosne;t mean that we have to fall along with them or even be anything apart of it."

Bojack's tired eyes eased downward, and his eyes flciekd back with a few more extra inches of exhaust.

"I think it's too late for that."

"Honey-"

"I made a decision a long time ago about the category I would be put into." His voice was edged as he turend his defiance up to your attempt at taking him into yur own narrative rather than the one he was stuck in, whether consented or evene realized or not, and with or without your light. "At this point you have to dig through a deep grudge to get to the other side of where I'm at, and maybe I am even the pit. Butt hat's for our marriage to find out, and you knew that. Don't try to put a landing where it as warned from the start where there isn't any."

Any attempt at trying to be able to talk Bojack out of his thoughts eased away from your attempt as you allowed the determination of Bojack's melancholic and almost beyond earth of his pain to speak against your own. You resettled in your air in response, eyes darting to his shoulders instead of those impossibly gentle but intense eyes; the ones that were the pens who wanted love like a child no matter what the jaded and distant dressing up of his actions may have told you, a want of the love more desperate and deirining than anyone you had ever known.

"Then I want to be able to love the pit-the hole, the grudge; and if I'm speaking into a large black hole of something that won't respond or dosne't know ow to, then I'll keep doing that; I'll keep readjsuting until there's no dispair for either of us, because emotional diapir is just a lack of redressing of your circtmaces of how reality should be, and I want to redress and redsucver every day with you by me, whether for bette ro worse dosne't matter; I'm living the life and meaning I was meant to when I'm your wife, and that's all that will ever matter to me."

"You mean it."

"That's all that matters."

Your fingertips eased across his mane. "You want me to say it again?" Your hands eased across his arms and back to the plush of his legs, palms grazing against the slick sweat of his skin as hs east the verge of his snout onto the sides of your face. "You like to repeat things I say."

His eyes dimmed as they eased down for a moment, and then a shrug eased on his shoulders. "Usually it's either to try and comprehend the unfahtombale amount of stupidity that's coming out from someone's mouth-" His eyes dimmed in his self reflective tired light as his eyes turned up to your quesiotning ones- "-or it's to try to understand something, in general, though throughout most of my life it's usually been the first one."

"And the one you're doing it for with me."

Bojack's head titled across the front of your face, easing his snout across the curves of your face. "I think it would be easy to figure that one out."

"I still want you to communicate. Every day, every time, every decision." Your head eased against his cheek. "It's lonely even having the love of my life if it gets to the point where I have to trip over the cords in his mind to be able to come into the same place he's expressing."

"Is it?" A vague ease in his eyes turned up as the depth of his expression met onto yours, muscles on his face cramped into a gentle guidance of question and concern across his face. "Or do you just not trust it?"

Your lips curved up, fingertips easing across his mane as you watchthe hevainss of his face; that authentic heaviness on his expression that spoke of someone with that authentic human struggle that he held tht made you appreciate the odd beauty of it, even with how terrible it could be to experience it within the experience. Your fingertips curled against his mane, and his eyes dimmed and life left, still present and more compact than anyone you had ever felt or been able to be interwoven with, easing his snout and his compact conflicted eyes bacl across your face as he closed the wear of them, raps leaving his lip as he closed his eyes and eased his snout across your expression.

"Bad statement coming from me, I know." His whisky breath eased across your skin, and you let out a ease of a laugh that caressed against his face while his snout eased across your body.

"We both do-and that's why I need you here with me, that I need the both of us to keep communicating so we can keep reaching one another and finding each other again. We should make this as easy on the both of us, and I certainly want to do that for you."

"Right. Now I jut need to learn how to speak the language of what you're talking about."

"You do know. Sometimes I assume even more and better than me,"

Bojack chuckled, breathed rasped as his gentle humor eased across your face.

"That's something that's going to take a while to be more than just a cheap punchline, sweetheart."

His voice was humored and charasmatic, and just as much eased into his humor and crossed into your own allure to be able to love him through whatever conflcitoon was haunting within him.

You knew that if you truly wanted to be within and one with Bojack, and especially to have the quiet and fragile dynamic of your love and the fragile fabrication of what you gave one another through that with that small and quiet but more powerful and human effect han anything of the tempaotion of loud and inhuman distractions that surroudned either of you would, that you needed to focus-and also find some reluctant but much needed self-control in how to gently ease Bojack through both his end climax of what he wanted from the night in his delicate and worn, sincere and beautiful soul that had waited long enough to be both draw out and to reach a new challenge of vulebrility without having anything gentuitly making him uncomfortable.

Although you were more enhanced by each other than either of you knew was possible, there was still a part of you that wasn't completely overtaken by the weakness that he gave uou so much to the point that you couldn't remember the situation they were both in in the middle of your ittnese intimacy There were people waiting for their reward, and as unanturl and as ridiocous as it wa,s you knew Bojack knew that, but there was somehtin in his wayward mind of what he considered to be something human to be found in it that he had wanted this tonight, and you knew you wanted to give him that.

"Don't be nervous." Bojack's life eased across your cheek, as gruff with his raspy edge as much as his lips were soft as yo closed your eyes and felt the intimacy of his mouth against your cheek. "If you end up making something great out of this show tonight maybe it'll even get you into some great hsw business without being played as the victim." He paused as his snout eased across your cheek. "Not that I would want that for you. Obviously. But if it were something that you wanted-"

"I know. Play the people. There's no better way to guarantee satidcation."

Bojack's eys flashed into a wound as he watched you, the tender essence of his eyes easing across yours. "Well, I didn't mean literally having to play them. You don't have to play yourself for them." His hands eased across your cheek, delicate as much as they had been taught from the interwoven gentle fragility of his eyes as his fingers eased across your face. "I just-want you to know that I bet you could manage that, if you wanted to. And you don't have to be itnimated by these people. Worse case scenario everyone makes a big deal and in two months people will forget about it. But if you can play people-" His teeth poked, eyes conflicted in adorable uncerinity, eyes flicking back up to your expression. "You'll be better off, is all I;m saying, honey. To play people is to play life."His eyes eased down, guilt in them that could only come from a tender core. "I know it's not fun or nice to hear, but-" A gentle shrug of his shoulders eyes heavy as his expression eased down.

"I heard." Your hand raised up and squeezed across his hand that rested on your cheek, palms slick with both the skin of your intimacy and the semen from his private that raised across your hand. Bojack's ears flicked back and there was a vague apology in them, but it flittered as quickly as it came as your lips pressed on his knuckles, and a vague smile replaced his frown.

"Well, that's not a bad place to start, is it?" His eyebrows eased down, a vague determination that camr across as playfulness on his features. Your hands eased him back dwon to encourage his playfulness as he let out a soft grunt, pulled forward by your hands as his body eased aagaisnt the curves of yours, and his private threading further between your legs as he grutned and felt himself pulled in.

You knew it would be rude, at least by Bojack's standards and by what he considered to be rude and how he would punish myself later for it, to get lost in each other without the proper audience members that had arrived to see them being able to take in every aspect of what Bojack still perceived and deemed as glory.

Or at least, that was what what Bojack and, eventually, you, once you had caught onto his stubmlign erratic mannerisms and his timid jumpineess and his teasing first thing in the earlr morining; "Look at you. With your sleep morning eyes. Those yes are far too early woken to already been looking like they have that much suspicion in them-of which there is nothing to be suspicious about!"- uncharastic from his usual stoic and charming grace of someone who carried a natural dignity to them no matter how much wear was under ther eyes or tear from his mind overnight, that had gradually given away Bojack's flyers advertising the night. Bojack had only opened up about his vulnerable event of what he had presented via the flyers after you had taken his hand and sat down with him for the night, handa easing across his palms as the questioning in your eyes and the asoft narrative had gradually taken out of his adorable and more manchild unceinity that night that he had ocrastred the event; he had stumbled over his words that he would tell you eventually and had 'not gotten around to it yet', but it was clear from the signature wince of his eyes that he had felt guilty; and you in kind ha reassured him that you were gls he was reaching out to happiness for your relationship, in whatever way that made sense to him, and you would follow him in kind.

The idea of the event had been off putting at first, and you knew somewhere at its cote was there ethe pushing of something that Bojack deemed and felt as pain at the core of it; but you accepted it, and even allowed yourself to feel more curious about he event the more Bojakc offhandedly mentioned the several celebrity names and general people who wee rich enough to live around the area, in causal conversation as the week before the event began to built in your soft mornings and sleep wrinkled eyes and his sobmebr spoken tone and cconversaiton.

Bojack had presented the event, both to you as well as people who took sight of the flyers you spent n afternoon in downtown Los Angeles pasting onto the walls of various buildings and as the way Bojakc described it to you, as a place where adults could let loose for a night, and possibly indulge in whatever fantasies they had, or even indulge in whatever another couple was losing themselves to in one another. The general exeuction of the idea had surriesed you; Bojack had always struck you as someone wh wa sultimaltey a private man, some of the privacy leading into insecurity many of the time, and almost borderline shyness, something that was the least expected quality from someone like Bojack, who's lifestyle hinged on being as vulnerable and as impsulive as possible; but the pain that Bojakc carried spoke that the lifestyle hadn't been chosen as much as it had been thrusted on him, and yet he accepted it, having it be the only thing he knew. He was jumpy but excited in a way that made his every word seem gushy in a almost pure and childlike way as the excitement of his words had left his wide ehtustahstic grin the same way he di whenever he admired a movie or felt good about a project; it had raised and entered into his eyes and the way his white teeth clashed against his own beam of a grin while he had spoken through his vague lakc of breath had set the tone for you knowing that it was one of those events in your relationship where you were seeing in a more literal manner all the countless reaossn as to why you were in love, and knew you ha found your home.

You had felt on the ccassion as the weeks had gone one, especially at night, your body encircled against Bojack's plush stomach as your hands had pressed on their usual palc ebay his arm, talking qeilety in the night in his own somber tone that was the reflective of someone who had an especially admirable emotional intelligence, eveyr which way that he was thinking about how the event would go. He had talked about itwith excitement in his breathless tone and a gleam in his eyes as his breathless words had turend to you now and then in hsi excitement, but the occasional wince in his eyes and nervous chuckle,s especially when it came ot mentioning the details fo who would be there and what that meant, gace him away every noe and then. You would have meioend that he wa going outside of his comfort zone, or that he was at least very clearly doing it for the wrong or questioning reasons; but your voice had faltered, especially when you had seen that irreparably tired but intnese fire in Bojack's eyes when he had suggested it and prevented you from refusing or pushing him any furthe rto talk about the reaonons of why he was pushing your relationship to something so unlike his usual perfernc eof private dignity and the celebration of it that only occurred in the priviayc od his mepcholic but gradually swept away and healing home, with every intimate night of your body against the wall, your neck protruded with Bojack making love both with conversation agaians wall and with body, on the couch and in the bed and otherwise; a precious and sacred thing, now presented into what Bjack hated most.

The thing that had made the most sense when you had eased your way out of the bedroom one morning was that Bojakc had clearly thought of it firsthand drunk, letting out messy and deep throated clumsy laughs as his wicing and detached eyes, foggy in their focus turned to you as he swayed with his own vague conflicted air of drunken humor, head easing to the side as he turned his expression to you.

"Hey, sleepy poo. Long time no plan, huh?"

He had rasied a beer that was in his hand, and when you had mentioned that you thought he had stayed away simply from insomnia and that he was sitting out by the neon light pool, the same ritual that seemd of a different planet from how otherwoedly it felt sitting and holding him against his pool and the separation from the rest of the loud and always lit ciy, the complement of the buildings across the organe lit sky of the bittersweetness that came across with a city that was one o f the frew places of the world where people embraced being genuinely alive and eccentric at any age, and the bitterness of what it did to Bojack and of people drawn to it like him; bt more than that, the ehtenral unconditional love that was transferred in feeling your hands cradle his lovehands, his plush body easing on yours, that indescribable melchcolic feeling that came from beng one of the few that had found the person that made them feel truly alive both with pain and joy in a way that made sense and was most like them, turning beauty into every bad or good emotion, and the distance of observation andprotection you gave one another of both mourning and celebrating the world as his body eased on yorus with a tired rest.

But he had clearly spent the night in the unrearkbale nature known as being drunk, and he was tumblign and as empty in his eyes as much as it was clear he had already taken to call several people; saying it was "the best blowout losers were going to see around the hillnin ages." With a walk aross the kitchen and with your hands easing on his palm with his eyes fogged and bewildered as he turend to you he had allowed his drunken cokciness and the teasing of his words to melt into what they truly were; beiwdelerment and incessant fear and insecurity og himself as he had allowed himself to collapse against you, laughter chcukling as mesisly as much as the weight on his body me your embrace.

It was clear from that point that the rest of the event started out from him making an impsylive drunk decison to call sevral people for something he didn't even like; a party, and his satisfaction towards doing so was in the regret phone calls that were set by people he respected enough that he had ppanickled convcned himself that was what he wanted.

"Don't get too lost in the though train, pussy cat. We have a show to put on." Bojack had ben settling for reting his lips across your cheek, turning his head to the side as your cocniousness had gone in and out of being pleasured by his plushs body easing and making love into your hips.

"All right, honey." You let out a laugh that comforted and connected to the both of you despite the chaos of what srrouned you as you felt Bojack's snout easing across your face, head titled as his hips eased with a rhythm against your body with his raspy gruff drunken breath. "Let's make this quick and easy, ok?"

"Quick and easy? No." His finger pointed down in a pointed gesture. "We're making this the most incredible goddamn thing alive, detaisl and all. We invite all these people and put up with their personalities, we're going to make sure we get an entire goddamn genre of how people talk about me after tonight."

"Alright. Let's try."

"I'm sorry. Us."

You looked up at his eyes and met the stumbling apology of them, red tinted fruken eyes meeting his own squinting and desperate gaze once more, both the most easiest grounding happiness that you had ever known just by vulture of focusing on him; you had never known something could feel so realistic, just as much as sadness did, just by the vuture of focusing on his air.

"Make peace with pain and pain will become your joy. There's no such thing as wrong phisliophies or lifestyles or prespvitves after all, no matter what changes or what's gained or lost; only the failure to readjust to it and for your character to mathc your cirucatnces. That's true value, that's true strength."

Bojack chuckled, eyebrows lowering into a vague amused mock as his eyes looked into yours. "What? Where did you hear that one?"

"Nowhere. I just get inspired, loving you, seeing you, focusing on the specific way you bring wisdom out of me. You're a specific emotional story perfectly made for me to focus on, and that's what makes life messy and beautiful; the messiness of human emotions and the impossible endless posisbiltes of emotional narratives and storoes, and you were the one made for me. Madness is easy with the emotional prepsective; but it dosen't have to be if you're lucky enough to find the one that's worth focusing on."

Bojack eased his hips onto yours, threading his body into your hips as more pleasure flashed axcross your body.

"And this-letting go." His eyes turned up, simplsitc apology meeting with a stark shock against the wear of his skin that spoke of a long and matured life. "That dosen't have anything to do with me or our marriage, does it?"

"Just as I was about to say." Your hand ease across his arms, and his eys dimmed as his expression flcikerd downward as he took in the intimacy o your touch. before she began to trail her lips down towards the space between his own soft light, and the bottom of his eyelids wincd as his eyes flashed across your face. "You would be the one exception to that."

"Oh." The beidlerment and distress in his eyes melted, replaced by a ease of a childlike appreciation that made against a pulled up raise of his lip. "That's good, though, right?"

"It's life. It's the life I was meant to live. And in that sense, it's better than either good or bad."

Bojack didn't respond; there was a guidance of flittering confusion in his eyes that met well against his innocence, and his fningers gripped firmly against his west for a moment as his palms eased out of you hand, scratching wreckleslsy across his palm in aggravation. The confusion and beildwremtn was tenderly executed enough that it inspired you to continue into that allure that was always in his disposition that drew you just a sit was.

"I used to think I could only achieve that astounding, borderline heavenly feeling only from my own company and diggin into myself, no matter how painful it could be at times. Now that I see another as deeply as I see myself, in all the impossible emotional and living details that make up a person's specific complex exsitecen that's impossible to forget once known, especially loved, I know I could never curated the richness you gave me on my own."

"Funny. I've never achieved either of those things."

His voice was sincere and almost shylym executed; you breasthed in as you felt the posoesion of your sudden madness at loving him overcome you to a degree you could barely stand. You raised yourself back up from where Bojack was making love to you, your body halfway up along with your shoulders as you eaed yourself to where his legs were making love to you. Your hands reached out, grasping his member, pulling it out of yourself with a pressure that felt good and then emtpt,y both of you having a sharp breath leave your lips at the feeling. gently did you press you lips against the top of his shaft that stuck as your neck titled forward to where your hand grasped on his coc, up and practically begged for her touch, the same way that she craved it just as much.

Your mouth dried as she looked down at the slick inaimcy that sat att he top of his member, reflecting the flashing lights and the quick changing mood of the party. You knew that you needed to fall into him and your love making- to fee the specific genre of him that belonegd to him alone and fro you to experience, and following it, to feel of him; as much as he needed tonight to do so himself. It was a relentless, almost demanding sensation that neithe of you could ignore, to be the grounding island between one another in the middle of the upreictable and naturally sickly chaos surrounding you boh.

"Whenever you're ready, honey." Bojack's somber voice, and the natural matter of fact but gentle nature of it recentered you, as it always si, and you breathed in with a soft sigh as your readjusted your grasp agsisnt his member, lips easeing across the top.

"There's no rush. This is about you and me. You are in control; this is yours. Remember that."

"Sure. But it's easier to be a team player, isn't it?" His hand reached out and eased across the back of your hand, palm resting on your neck as he gently ladi it on yours, as if a promise that you could interpet his words however youw anted, but he wanted to give you the reassurance that his words were full of the itnesne that no matter what else, he loved you.

You took in a sharp intake of breath as you put your mouth against the head, turning your head towards the side for a better angle and heaving yor lips against his cock rhythmically as you did so. Bojakc let out a nervous laughter to appease the roaring crowd as his grip on the back of your neck and his hand protruding towards the crowd was increased with a wave, feeling his body tnes eunder your pleasure. You were still gripping your hand tightly up against his cock to ensure that it would remain as stiff and as available to him as they both needed and wanted. It was so hard that it had almost been too much for Bojack himself to not fall into the need to pleasure himself just for relief; but, as he had made clear to you before, he was already known as a self cnetred docuhe by most, and he wanted to reclaim the superfiicl title with, as he seemd to hink the night took after over, the idea of being loved, rather than being someone independent or someone who relieved themselves.

The adorable thing about Bojack, and perhaps awkward for that night specifically, was how quickly she knew Bojack came, especially when it came to someone he genuinely love,d and you knew it wasn't outside of the realm of possibility that you were the first and last of that kind of person for him. That was, after all, another trait that you were ncredibly attracted to about him.

There wasn't a single thing about Bojack that you weren't not only in love with, but soothed by in the natural way he was wired that, for whatever reason, soothed your own way of how you were made. No matter how much he, or the disbelief of anyone else, akncolegd the unlikness of the believeablity, there was nothing about him or spending time with him that didn't feel like those sunset, soft laden and nostlgatic, once in a lifetime and iincreibly rela and compact moment stoegther you shared on his lonely but incredibley compacfully true balcony. His arms would ease across your hips, if not the other way around, and his oice, cracked and clumsmy from the night of sleeping together in an impossible ease of deeo peace of one another, lovable plush body and happy trial meeting across your back, and cracked sleepy somber voice in your ear, was there not a moment of peace that was achieevd time and time again through one another. There wasn't one thing he was that didn't lad to that sentient of peace eventually- not about how he talsked, moked, slurred his words or tripped over his own feet that didn't make you even more maddeningly in love with him than you had before. The outward precetption of it,whtehr seeing it as corny or naive or profoundly good, changed bassed off of her mood, but the heart of the core of what you did for one another and felt about one another was always on the other end of those fleeting bad moods that werne't real compared to the genuine grounding on the other end of it.

Bojack was rasping delcialtey, adorably across your face the occasional mumbred rapss under his li as his breath eased across your face while he felt your lips ease inward and outward from his pleasure of your mouth. You were coming in and out of reality while you made love to him, lost in the richness of the memories of the emotional narrative of your love more so than just the idea of it or even the physicality that surrounded the both of you now, rich enough being the narrative that it was impossible to not get lost in, and the noise surrounding the both of you was rendered to beyond secondary.

You let out your own deep sigh as you gave yourself the slightest bit of relief that you could from the intensity, as you pulled you moist lips away from his cock for a moment, taking a breath as quickly as the ritual would allow. You grazed you lips against the side of his cock; your way of staying entangled in him without actually having to get up. It was, after all, the last thing that you wanted to do-to leave the soft cushion that was his love in that moment, even if the intensity was almost too much, even as you yourself were at the core of the reason why it excited; though it was unlike the equivalent to having an odd realse into something of another understanding of reality, the richness felt so good that at times you needed a moment just o revale in it, knowing that it would take you otherwise. When it came to such richness, it needed time to sweep and readjut from the emptiness or the acceptance of the alck of it that had gripped you and the majortyy of people yo had evr known that had conisntely stated otherwise.

As if in agreement, Bojack let out another sigh, reaching out his hand as he pressed his palm onto the back of your head, gently and softly putting you downward with a few inches as his member stated in yoru gentle grasp and mouth. It was something that he rarely did, taking control in intimacy-if anything, Bojack was more so the kind of man to go on about how important him being the 'pillow man' was.

But the sheer amount of hunger that he was feeling right then was something the both of you desperately needed, and you were grateful for the pressure of the action to continue to dig to find that core within one another that came from the pressure that surrounded both of you. The combination of his hand up against your head, mixed in with the way that you were teasing your lips against his cock, compliemnted by pressing your own teeth and lip against the most tender part of his body was enough of an agreement that you were both fueling the fear that had caused Bojack to make the uncharacstic decision tonight, followed by the endeavor of still keeping the truth between your intimacy while face Bojack's biggest and most diosntneing fear of the perception of clothes. You reassured him by pressing the tender padding of your fingertips against the hanging curve of his stomach, an easy reach considers that both your hand and his held member was across from his panting torso.

There was a sigigiegnt change in whatever control Bojack had been holding onto before; a shudder overcame his body, and a new handsome vulnerability came in his wet still eyes and the emotions made evn more protruded from the wet expanse of his eyes as his head eased forward.

"Release whenever you want." Your voie was as tender as any touch or petname as your voice eased across his skin. "I'm always ready for you."

Evidently, the words and the way your hand was pleasuring his member was enough for him to come in your mouth in faster time than you would ahev expected. Before you even had a chance to properly begin pumping up and down with your mouth to lead off from your words you gently spoke against his skin you felt the warm liquid ease into your lips, dripping off the dge of them and melding in with the slick intimcity of your skin collectively.. You choked for a moment as Bojack eased his snout against the curve of your shoulder, the liquid filling up your mouth and trailing own your neck as Bojack's rasp ease against your shoulder while his plush body went limp for a moment. Your hand pressed on his back while you tasted the salt of his seed, and a shaky gasp left your ips when you felt the semen dribble out of your lips and onto the liquor stained floor.

"Bojack-"

His name was gasped from your mouth as your eyes widened as your head eased back, Bojack's eyes winced in emotional compact against his eyes as his expression threaded across your body while you felt the warmth of it pour inside of you. Bojack had the same amount of power as much as would have been expected considering the disposition of his body; it was a powerful and sudden sensation that implored against your skin as you felt the warmth flow through your body the same way his palms grasped across your arms while the emotional vulnerability of his eyes eased into your comfort from both the emotional compact of the allure of your attraction, along with your trembled body as you felt the impossible physical pleasure ease through you at the feeling of the warmth and flow of his body pleasuring you while grazing across your thighs.

You shot up her head from the previous soft intimacy with the dynamic of his plush body eased across the curves of yours as your body twisted under the imploded warmth of how he was inside of you, coughing up more than swallowing the seed as you felt your lips overwhelmed by the imposition of the warmth inside of your lip, dripping down from your mouth as Bojack's tender eyes snapped across yours in an apologteic question, ears splayed back as he wince din that tender apology that always regrounded you into that human allure of gentenelss between your dynamic.

"If it's-too much-" He raised out his stout fingertips across his palm as the pain of his eyes eased across the ya your were tyring to swallow the seed across your lips, the muscles on his face eased into a cramp of his own apology in his timid considerate way. Your eyes snapped back up tp him as your eyelids fluttered, barley managing to speak through the flow of the semen as it drippled across your lips.

"I'm alirght."

But the guilt didn't leave Bojack's eyes; if anything, the compact emotion increased.

"Are you sure?"

The dribbling semen continued to pour down from your lips as you swallowed some of the liquid, the warm substance of it guidning across your neck as it drippled down your chin. Your eyes flashed over to Bojack's narutally artistic, apologetic ease of an expression as his winced and puffy eyes met yours in question; you looked at him with a heated shock and amusement in orde to attempt to reassure him and to ease away some of the baraiev guilt in his rich and guilt laden eyess. His teeth poked as his black eyes snapped across your face that had the liquor eased across your face, until with a complacent but worried soft breath of his tone did he ease his body back in acceptance,

"I'm fine, sweetheart." You finally managed the reassurance through the liquid as you spoke around the substance while the rest either drippeld from the bottom of your lip or kept throwing through the back of your neck with the salted substance. When Bojack's naturally apologetic, almost pathetic apology didn't leave his expression you leaned your body froward, pressing your lips across his as your tongue pressed against the last of the remaining liquid. Bojack's eyes widend in an uncerinity for a moment as he saw you lean forward and his eyes darted over to the crowd; but just as quickly did that naturally insecure pain that followed everything he felt and did was refocused into a centered longing between the both of you, offering a guide of clartiy as he gave a rasped breath against your lips.

"Not bad for an old tinder, huh?" His voice eas teasing as n his tone was he revealing that he was starting to come back to himself vaguely. Your hand cupped on his cheek as he gave a humored chuckle across your lips, though the tender apology didn't leave his eyes as his head titled back and the softness of his eyes met against your own.

"I wasn't expecting that level at a crowd like this." The words acknowledged his shyness, and Bojack's eyes eased downward as he gave a sheepish shrug.

"Yeah, well. If you're going to invite ver all the people who care capable of dressing up your entire understanding of reality you may as well do with fully loaded, right?" There was a tender shynes sin his eyes, but his eyebrows that were quirky raised up with a slight tease of his raised lip and flash of teeht executed his more playful and confident side he was attempting the execute.

"I love it." Your voice breathed across his lip as he closed his eyes, purity easing across his face as he tilted his snout downward while he gave a vague gentle laugh that was the more precious sound you had ever loved. "If it's achieving what we want for the night, if it's another memory and night with you, I don't care about anything else."

Bojack's eyes turned up as his expression eased across yours; disbelief, battling with the ego in his expression met on yours as he eased his cheek onto your palm.

"You're enjoying this?"

His voice was somber, genuine, delicate in its question. You let your eyes speak for you; and Bojack picked up on the message. He took a breath as his eyes turned to the side of the crowd with his ears flicked back.

"And they're-enjoying it, do you think?"

His eys were winced and clearly borderline blinded as he met across the flashing crowd, with their arms raised up and their mouths screaming out their own cheap encourgaements with the flashes of blue easing across their loud noises.

"What does that have to matter?"

"I don't-"

He breathed a sigh, the heavy kind that was a conversation with himself in and of itself as his eyes dimmed while he turend his snout back to your body, still mostly leaning on tp of you as the detacehemnt of his expression eased across your body. "I don't feel like I'm in control of my emotions or my reactions to things most of them time. I just feel like I have this goodman fish hook in me, and my emotions or my understanding of life or the way its dressed up to my mood is whatever whim that fishook wants to throw me on, and usually its for the worst. People say you can have control over your mind, but if everyone and everything that's ever defined me has only ever been something outside of it, then why should I have contirl over my headspace?"

Your eyes dimmed, and your hands contuind to eae across the side of his cheek. Bojack's heavy laden drunk eyes eased up to your bewildered expression with an expression that was both reflective and relishing in the noise of the crowd that surorudned you; but as always, there was a coflciton of lack of understanding in him, and though there was a quality consideration from your end that he almost couldn't even accept as dedicated to him given the emptiness of others and the uncare of others the vats majority of the time, it wasn't enough to get him out of his sickly perception, though you knew his heart well enough by now that he would have done anthing to get himself out of it.

"I'm glad we're doing this." His eyes were haunted but accepting as his tired expression eased across your concerned one. His teeth poked out as his palms glided across your hips, raising you a few more inches up from where your skin was eased across the stain of the impulsive laden alcohol and other signs of the careleess activites of the people as they came into the complacency of the trashy night.

He grunted and hoisted himself onto his elbows, his plush stomach once again spilling out on our own hips that were invited for him to use as he wanted while he raised himself upward into a sitting position, bringing you along with him as his palm eased across the back of your head, pulling you upward along with him as his eyebrows flashed deonward into something that was meant to be confident and enocurgaing despite his clearly uncertain disposition.

But your hands reached out and pressed on his chest, your palm easing into a welcome as fingertips caressed and threaded across the soft branwy skin that made up his modled chest; his innocence turned up to you as he watched you with lowered ears as he felt your hand ease across his skin.

He took a breath as his eyes expanded into his fear as he watched you lead your hips back against his sitting position, your other hand easing away from his skin and finding itself by the grasp of his member again; he visbilly winced as he felt your fingertip ease across his member, but the apology turned to tension, and the tension turned to a warm appreciation as his face lowered while his tender eyes met on yours.

"I'm glad we're doing this too."

"In a-genuine way. Not in a fake and just trying to see the positive while you get it over with way?"

Hs tone was inquisitive and gentle, and your tongue finished easing against the rest of the liquid that had pressed across your mouth as you turned your head forward, easing across his snout; with an awkward tilt of his head, and then a gradual acceptance of his clumsy gruff rasp in response did his eyes close, muscles lessening into a relaxation a he felt your confirmation.

A few whistles and woos came from the crowd. It was clear from the way Bojak relaxed even more vsisbily from that; you could feel his muscles relaxing under your touch, was becoming even more soothed from that mouth pressed away from the intimacy of your mouth on his as you began to separate yourself, though your eyes kept onto his so he could continue following you with guidance of navigation for the night. Bojack was gazing at you with that cocky heatt that was in between apologetic and satisfied ego as his smile summoned against the raise of his cruevd lip. Still, a slight sorry nature that went deeper than just flashed apology was present in his eyes as he reached out a thumb and grazed it underneath your lips.

"I am sorry about all of this, honey."

No one spoke the way that Bijack did when he was sincere; not really. There was an extra sophistication of depth and somber feeling to his voice that only came from someone who understand what genuine pain was. "I know that this is far from the typical when it comes to dedicating yoursel to someone-or, anyone, really."

You only sighed, smiling as you caught his thumb under your lips to kiss it.

"I came to you and stayed with you for a reason. There's no force about it."

"No, but."

You let out a mumrer, your own way of trying to acknlwoed his own insecurity that went deep enough that you knew he didn't even know where to begin with expressing it. You knew him well enough from all sides of what and who he was at this point that, despite the teasing cockiness in his face and the attmept at having a sense of control, that he really did mean his words-both with the negative side of them and the positive romantic nature of concern so naturally in his voice; most especially with his soft and gentle tones that were coming out of his lips as he mumbled them from his own lips that didn't leave that natural sohcpaited fashion they had, no matter what amount of chaos they may have been srroudned by.

. "It was hard not to. To try and go after this dumb idea, I mean. I thought it would make this easier." His head turned, vaguely socially awkward but back up by its genuine cynicism as his eyes flashed over to the crowd. "You'd think I would have learned by now that it's not as easy as trusting an idea I coe up with and thinking it's a good one, but here we are."

"Honey." Bojack's eyes hardnded for a moment at the sound of your voice, concerned as much as it was the accompaniment to the complicated nature of his tone and the intention behind it. "You know you don't have t talk like this. Not around me; not unless you you mean it and you need to let it out. You don't need to wear yourself down with problems that weren't there before unless you implode them inside your head. "

"Do you think it's a good idea? Is this working?" His eyes protruded as he flashed his eyes to you, snapping his head back across your palm. "Or did I just implode into some new impsulive idea that's going to make everything worse again."

You reached forward and pressed your lips up against his unexpectedly, mixing in the taste of the leftover taste of him inside of you with the saliva that had been left on his own lips, both from the impulsive intimacy as well as they the excitement that had come from your inaimcy that had executed itself into a physical feeling.

"You don't get to kiss your way through this." His ras mumbled against your lips as you turned you lips forward, his rasp easing across your face as he gave a rasp against your mouth.

"Look who's talking. Trying to talk yourself out of something that just takes trust for what it is. Letting our actions and our natural muscle memory talk."

A heavy laden breath eased from his mouth and onto your lips a he gave a low guide of agreement, childish and soft and defeated at the same time as he felt your mouth ease across his lips. You turned forward as you caressed your cheek across his sweat laden brawny skin, your words muttered softly against his face. His snout followd you with his eyes imposisbly remorseful and full of that conflicted emotion as his head turned to meet your face, your intimacy coming from cupped hand and your head easing across his snout a sou cuddled yourself against him.

"It's not as if I do it voluntarily." His tone was edged, but there was a soothing feeling for his tone as he spoke and eased his snout across your skin as he felt the reflective truth in your words "I know. I'm not tring to. But i can't go forward with this and feel like it's this amazing idea. Nothing I've ever done ever has been-and especially with you."

His voice cracked, and the emotional depth of what he felt for you far surpassed any insecuitty he felt, but the pain that modled his state was jst as much a processor for the love you built; fighting against one another, coming back to one another, and then fighting again.

"We've already come this far. And personally, I've been enjoying, even celebrating, every minute of it."

His ears flicked upward. "You are?"

"You're my husband. When you came up with the idea for me to show you off, I knew that I wanted to; that I needed to, evem, in my own odd wy of wanting to show people how capable and how richly you were made and were capable of being loved, no matter whatever other narrative other people came up with."

"I don't know if the narrative we want to give them is necessarily the message they're trying to portray. But I guess it would be as good as any, to be able to get them to get across with anything we have at all. Or the belief that I could have it."

"Exactly." Your hands were nor both threading across each side of his cheek, and his mouth pond outward as his eyes closed adn allowed himself to be tendelry eaed by your hand. "You're the one thing in existence I'm not worried about getting tired of, sweetheart."

His eys flicked up into vague question, expression and air impossibly tender and quesonting, right along with the somber tone of his voice, almost impossible to be believe that it was the crown of the trahsiness of what was otherwise executing the chaos of that night. "What do you mean?"

"There's only so many keys on a keyboard, so many ways you can dress up rhythm and tone and music and so many ways you can go about a day; you can change your routine and remix life and ideas and phsiloophies as they are but if I were to stay alive on this earth as I am, after a certain point I wouldn't find joy or rely in anything; I would have memorized the patterns of psychological states down to their last detail, I would have known human expression for release down to stagance, and the only thing left would be the overpowering feeling of black. But I'll never gett tired of loving and knoiwng you every day, sweetheart, and when the time comes from the both of us to lose any interest or even the feign practice of it, I'll be more than glad to fad eout with you. Do you understand?"

Bojack didn't answer; the soft disquiet of his eyes and the muddle features of his mindset that was full of depth but bewilderment wasn't quite able to catch up to the realm of your narrative o what you were trying to execute. Together you were spoiling each other, despite the suffering and the mania of one another that seemed, in the worst way possible, that it was only exclusive to the both of you, unshare by anyone else and the two of you being on your island of emotional disparagement. But there was a relief that came from two real people, despite the constant disconnect, especially in these soft and whispered moments of adoration. His eyes were full of light of question as his eyes eaed across yours, permission for you to continue talking.

"We were meant to grow tried of this world no matter what we do; and thank god, in a sense, because our bodies will inevtiebly die, and our will along with them eventually. I'm only glad that I found the rare accompaniment to be able to give me the companionship and clarity of mind to help me through it to the end; I know many people here wouldn't know what that is or ever will have it."

His eyes eased across your hips; head titling downward as he readjusted his palms across your hips, eyes dimming with thought as his expression eased across your while he readjusted against your body.

"That might possibly be the most depression and the most romantic thing I'll ever hear."

You dressed yourself against him without hesitation, your lips curved into something that wasn't necessarily relief, but rather only agreeing humor of the brittleness of the situation as your body eased across his hips, pulling yourself further against his plush stomach and casung his eyes to wide as fear eased into them, eyes flashing across your expression with his timid handsome jolt."You were begging for my touches all day today."

Bojack recollected himself vaguely, letting out a soft, defensive scoff, followed by a shrug of teasing defensive.

"Yeah, so? Who could blame me-with this walking around? Right, wannabe camera men?"

His eyes glimmered up into his own light as he snapped his head to the crowd; there was still a flimsy but far more reassured glint to his eyes as he chuckled while his expression eased against the crowd, who raised out their own cheers for him to continue. Bojakc chuckled, as some people began to cheer on his clumsy laden words, though anyone who had no intimacy with his heart would have assumed it to be something confident. The crows and the energy increased, and you head turned in neutral indifference as you watched the crowd continue to thread through their cheering and the flashes gudning across the now more natural black space that made up the party now that the lights had dimmed and the party had long since eased entirely into night.

"We;re still going, don't worry! We didn't set this all up for nothing." Another nervous chuckle that met against his words, and his dim and enlightened eyes turned back to your eyes, eyes turned downward in his timid exctiemnt as his palms eased forward and pressed up onto your hips. He didn't look up to recheck if you were comfortable with what he wa sinsutining as he rpessed his hand sunder your thighs, but you were more than alight with that; there was a new sense of drive to him that had previously ben asbent as his tender eyes eased under your thighs as raise you up from the ground, somehow boyish and having that confident and untethered narcissism all at once. You allowed yourself to be whatever he wanted in that moment, or needed; your body went limp with contentment as you felt yourself fall into welcome complacency against his hand as he pulled you forward, hands trembling but with his own confidence and his experiencing gudning the maortyy of his actions.

He pressed hands around you waist, and you smiled as you allowed your own fragile body to be pressed up against his hands while he gently rocked your against his hips or a moment, your hands finding relief by gripping onto his skin and finding their pleasure pressing firmly onto his shoulders. His fingertips were like a soft burning of welcome for you, and you began to gently press your tongue against his lips, feeling and memorizing the salty taste of his own liquid as it spoiled against your lips. Maddening desire began to instantly stab inside your chest until it melted into a precious sort of gentle contentment-at least for the time being. When it came to you both and how attracted you were to one another, both in body, mind, and mannerisms the same, there was no such thing for you ever reaching your climate for the night. You both could-and had- lost yourselves to intercourse before for so many hours that at least several times it had eaten entire days.

You let out a soft sigh and you got yourself up as best as you could up into a standing position as Bojack began to suggest the same movement and direction with the guidance and suggestion of his palms against your hips- although your legs were shaking so badly that even that was almost a task more than you were able to accomplish. Bojack;s thighs began to intertwine from where he had kept his hands pressed against your back firmly as his body began to readjust from your body, beginning to follow your bodies intertwining away from one anther while his hands kept pressed on your hips and skin, but with his concerned eyes following every detail of what made up your cocmplation as he follwod you until you were both standing in front of one another, Bojakc fulky exposed, but the majority of his concern was in his eyes.

"Once you see evrone for how lost they really are, you'll never feel bad about being within yourself again. Just because you're separate dosen't meant you're different in a way that's wrong-I'd even go so far to say tha tit's sueprior. "

"Oh, yeah?" Bojack rasied up hi eyebrow as a light raised into his eyes. The life inside of him, the constant need for new adventure and for a new experience wa something you had notice dabout him and had faell into deepr itnmacy with in your agreement of it. It had been sufcaoed, compalcne thwen you had found him,uncertain of what to do with that need for constant treeveualting and adventure and how to redress and to tart things entirely new with new life about them following everything; the life changed, as well as it genre of it, with the inevitable way thinsgd di, but it was always there, and you always recongizned it and were alway just as famiit with it every time. "Is that what I've been doing right all these years?"

"You have." Your tone was somber enough that it caused the teasing out of his voice as his eys lowered at the authentic nature of your tone. "You have-and I'm sirry I wasn't there sooner to try and take and help you with ti and to see the picture of who you are."

"Ok." Bojack's head titled to the side in something that was meant to be dismissive, but there was a genuine glimpse in his eyes as his head titled across yours with a cocky glint. "I'll keep that in mind. It sounds like something I would be able to keep the average person concerning themselves with distracted for a moment, if nothing else."

Your eys were turning to the crowd now and then. Bojack's gaze followed you, and he smiled with that knowing glint in his eyes, but it was traced in his minute uncertainty. Slowly did he raise himself upward entirely with a straightened raise of his back, one hand easing out of the embrace of yours-a signture feeling between the both of you, as it pressed behind his middle and eased his intimate cramped body with one grunt and push of his hands. He winced, teeth clamped for a moment, and then eyes softened as his expression turned back to you while he readjusted, exrepssion dry and compclane tbut with a hint of ready anticpaiton in his eyes as his ears splayed. You reached out her hand for him to place back into your palm, and Bojack placed his palms against yours s he let out a grunt and allowed himself to be pulled upward and fully in front of your body.

"Come on, powerball."

His eyes dimmed into a dry humor. "Ok, we're doing teasing petnames now? Are we in hgh school, or just one of those soulless couples that using distractions and petnames that are always arroudn me that make me disgusted at people even trying a relationship?"

"You know we're not that. And don't even try to tease yourself into thinking we're are."

"It was just a comment."

But there was an agreement in his voice, and the tendernes in his eyes met your own intention in agreement. You encouraged Bojack to make his way into a much more controlled position as your fingertips eased across his knuckles, and he readjusted while his body straghnted up as much as he was able while tender eye ceased across your hand, ears still flickered back, butt here was a avuge minute sense of more confidence in his expression now from the success and the fmaialirty of what had occurred up until this moment.

You could tell from his own stumbling of his feet that he was struggling to fight against that delicate sort of merciless feeling that you both gave each other up as he grunted himself into a strained position on his stocky legs, still stumbling backwards and forwards from the episode that you had just had, as well as from the affect of rinking too much. You squeezed your hands on his palm as you pulled his stumboing form back across your hands, Bojack's eyes winced and the durken misery in his eyes making him look handsome against the stark contrast of his branwy skin and the black splay of his mane. You pulled him forward to meet by your hands again as you eased him against your palm as he let out a raspy breath, eyes rolling upward as ears spaleyd tot he side while he stripped over to you, clealrly fighting emotion and the expoasne oof the dense crowd at the same time. You tried to keep him straight and focused on your itnimayc toegther, which was still significantly hard, and also significantly more questionable if even achievable as you saw his eyes winced into a vague self awareness while his stocky legs stumbled forward, the only thing keeping him from stumbling over being your hand switch pressed firmly against his palm. His winced and drunken eyes easd up to your face as he watched you with a natural apology in his dark skin and equally compact and compelling eyes

You felt yourself smirking as you leaned forward until your nose touched the plane of his diamond as you whispered your words through your and fired intimacy.

"Only you could make being drunk and insecure look so natural and human and good."

Bojack laughed, and there was a gruff end to surprise to the way his tone eased across your face.

"Good. I'll keep that with me. For tonight, anyway."

"Let's go show them what we can do,."

You pressed your lips against his one last time. Bojack's heavy rasp was welcomingly cut eoff by the pressure of your affection, mixed with all his substances that had been thursted against your own lips into that rich spirlaity that came from bodies awkaneing in the wake of the rareness known as genuine love and haormy between souls. Bojack furrowed his eyebrows in determination, and then nodded as he pressed his own hands up against your back. Hesitantly you pulled yourself away from his uneven rasped breath as you turned your attention back to the increased loud obnoxiousness of the encouraging crowd.

Although Bojack was always a confident man, there was a specific sort of confidence that he only had specifically when he was around you. You gave him a certain golden confidence that was unpierced- especially when it came to sex, and somehow those choking insecurities Bojack had endured before were nonexistent when he was around your specific genre of intimacy. It was different from the flaws and inconsistent loudness he surrounded himself within his life before; a different confidence that he had never known he had needed or had; but you brought it out of him every time without fail.

He didn't even feel the need to act or to be a certain way in order to worry about being accepted by other flaccid eyed people the way that he had been in the past, despite the occasional potholes he fell into. As long as he was able to feel you by his side, he felt like he could be completely himself, knowing that no matter what happened, the one person who truly mattered accepted him.

"I can feel your heart beating." Your hands were pressed on his chest, and although all the beautiful and intimate beauty you ever could have imagiend was present in Bojakc's eyes, who naturally wore hs heart on his sleeve, there was only a laugh that left him, followd by a minute superficality of his eyes.

"What did you think, it would be in my ass?"

He panted again as his words were but off; his struggle was as much og an emotional one a smuch as it wa sphsycial. Your hand squeezed on his palm as you turned and back to ease the both of your vulenrbale bodies through the crowd; with a soft sound of a groan did Bojakc begin to follow you. Even you felt yourself jump as you were met by the reality of the people that ssuronded you; they were more compact and even closser than you had expected, and your body stepped back against Bojack's.

"What's wrong? Surprised at the desperaon srroudning us? I'm going to say now that it never geta easier. Two decades and more and I still can't believe what people will sell themselves over or get executed about-but it's great for whatever cashflow you want to come in."

"Excuse me." Your imind voice followed shortly after Bojack's cocky tone; the woman stood in front of you with their phones snappe against their hands frowned when they felt your hand reahcing out to press by their hips to turn them away. Their hard eyes met your body as Bojakc chuckled and gave a causal playful sound whil eh tripped and begant to follow you through the crowd.

Bojack's rapsy chuckled followed his own comen,t satisfaction easing into his breath as he allowed you to pull him through the crowd, several people's eyes folowing you as you eased your way through the bodies, easing your hands past them with both of your bodies vulenrbale, but there was a freedom to it now.

"Jesus. Where are we going for all of this now?Is this some new trick for the sake of keeping everyone occupied on their phones?"

Bojack's voice was tremebeld and amused with his drunken amusement. Several hardened but amused and present eyes were following the both of you as you eaeed your way through the crowd; though not nearly enough fr it to be unflattering with every photo they took of them both of you. Your head snapped over to the entrance inside of the Bojack's place; the wide expanse of the ceiling to the floor doors were opened with a vague crack, several people that were dangling a joint in their fingertips as they talked and eased their conversation between one another threaded out and over into the expanse of the noise and chaos beside the jumbled crowd, a fresh breeze pouring in from the outside and letting in the expanse of the nigh nightlight and the outside rush of the breeze of the Los Angeles air outside. You turned your head over your shoulder as Bojack's eyes were eaed with a wince as he watched you indicate your way over to the open door.

"Honey-wat. No." His voice had that sober sudden placement a shis eeys widned while his pupils darted in front of him around the crowd; you paused as your head turned over to his sudden caution of his tense depression as you eased your way back through the crowd, eyes searching against his sudden compelled fearful ones as his worried eyes snapped back to your body, apologetic gleam easing down to you with a shaken breath.

"Outisde? Out there?" His eys snapped over t the open cracked door. Your hand eased down as your fingertips reached across his palm, worry of his eyes easing into his expression a she watched you with disocntnt panicked uncerinity. He breasted once, eyes shot down, and expression eased int inseuciuty.

"I think you deserve to be able to have the freedom that you want. The respect, or at the very least the execution of what could giv eyou it to let yourslevs realize that today is today and tomorrow is tomorrow; and the possibilities are endless, or they can be." Your eyes dimmed a syour head titled as you watched the panicked unciernity in Bojack's tender eyes, the same ones that were just as memorable to you just from the compelling humanity of the conflcition that took his expression, the wonderment of taking them in even in the most mundane moments of the day. "Does that sound right?"

He let out a vibsible breath, and though there was a c lear admittance of hevaines to it, there wa shtought and inteiton behind it as his empty eyes and dilated pupils eased uo to the open door. "It's currently surrounded by stoners and drunk people." He rasied an eyebrow at you spekcively as his hard eyes eased across yours. "Is that what you want?"

"I know that you want to feel like you stretched yourself out tonight; to feel everything around you the way that it is and how to make it feel differently. With what you give me. With what Id like to think to some degree, I give you."

Bojack's eyes eased into a confirmed knowing as a bleak dark overtook them. "You do everything for me and that and ore, more than I'll ever be able to eplain or that I'll ever be able to understand. I can promise you that."

You stepped forward, your eyes enliigthing into your conviction a syour fingers squeezed on his palm. He breathed with an intake of unceirnrtyl, his eyes wincing as he turned and looked down at your fingers that threaded across his palm. The underpart of his own worn skin winced as his toruebeld expression eased across your hand.

"All of us, everyone here tonight; we're all just a response to everything happening around us and part of the inevitable parts of time and of everything else that is constantly deifnign and redifeining us, in whatever way that looks like. None of us are really in control." Your fingertips regripped against Bojack's hands, and his eyes wided as ears flicked back as his expression ease dacross the soft grip on his hands. His eys winced a she felt your insistent grasp. "But loving you-knowing you, being able to fuflill whatever need goes on inside of your conflicted heart; it makes me feel like I have a sense og groufning for a momen,t a control over it, because whatever we have it feels like something I have control over. That we both do. Why not take advantage of that while we have the chance?"

There was that hea tof uncertain emhcony in Bojack's eyes, and his eyes were expanded into a vague panic as his expression flashed over to the crowd; all of which had followed you both in their compact dense uncaring of just wanting to follow either of you in whatee way they could get for the sake of their pwn emty animlaistic simulation. His eyes turned back down to yours, hands readjusting, the limp chubiness of his wrist easing across your hand as his eyes were empty for a moment in thought.

"If someone has something special and feels it its for a reason, right? The same way that I spent my entire life feeling shitty and knowing it was a for a reason. The same way anyone evr does." He raised up a fingertip. "If someone knows that they don't have te qualities that they want they feel terrible about themselves. That's the context of what feeling shittty about yourself comes from. It's all fact." His eyes lowered as they guided across your fingers in detahcemnt. "Took me an entire lifetime of denial to get ot the accepnce of that."

"But you feel it now, don;t you? The promise, the feeling that we do have something?"

"Well." His pupils flicked down in a conflicted ease. "I don't know if there's a label I would put on it that would make me comfortable."

"This isn't about labels and committinment. This is about something that van be executed and poured out and used and protruded in any way that we want and in whatever way it feels like we want to. Our love is our own tool. We don't need to do anything else outside of use that in whatevr way we want. What we share belongs to us and its for us to use in whatever way we need to."

Bojack's eyes were rich in his thought, his pupils dilated up with the muscles on his face cramped. His teeth poked out for a nervous moment, pupils glidnig across the crowd.

"My entire life I've just been taught that the only thing I can trust in is the idea than noting is meant to last except for the constant moving of chaos and life, which always seemed like bad news, because it was always the opposite of whatevr I wanted and neded. I never wanted to believe n the philosophy that jaded, tired eyed and baggy men and woman alike spoke that always talked to me and to themselves like that. It always eemed like they were talking to themselves more than anyone else; like they were worn down for their own hope to the point where all theri hard jaded cynicism were all that they had left, and it was all they had to give anyone else because it was all they came to know. It wasn't inspiring. It was jst exhsuting and stupid to listen to; and in a lot of ways it almost seemd like a spoiled, abused kinf tryng to convinec himself that his phase he was going through from his narrow perspective of existe was all he knew."

"But it dosne't have to be that way, does it? Not for the way we feel. What you do for me. Every time I focus on and feel you, I'm taken away to this entire redressing up of the world. It's melchcolic, its sad, its challenging, its nuanced and its human and its like nothing else I've ever known or ever will know. You inspire me every day." Your hand eased across his plush lovehandles, and the timid adorability of his teeth poking out and his eyes raising in question increased as he was leaned forward closer with your hands. "Lrt's go outside and be fools-or what people would think of as fools. Let's enjoy one another, the same way that we fall into that simple heaven of loving one another and being by each other. I'm helpless in this world and I an't help it, and I know from the start that you were too; but I'll never forget how it felt to know you firsthand, sweetheart, and I never want to. I only want to celebrate it and make it even more known, no matter what opinions or perceptions may cause or try to define around us. Can we fo that?"

"Horseman! Don't be a snooze. Those moves back there? Let's see and get another go! I know you got it in you! C'mon!"

The people who were gauwking over you and Bojack were coming in all breeds of executions; the woman with a timid and squirrely disposition had her eyes bulging from her own lust as her hands snapped up against her camer, close enough that it caused Bojack's snout to tense as he snapped his hand in front of his eyes. He turned his blinded and heated exapseraion upt ot eh door, his hand reaching out and pressing on your middle as he began to help guide ou through the compact crowd surrounding you.

"On the front of my porch, specifically?" He pasted as he contuiend to push you through the crowd; the people stepped back, but only for more capture of you both as you allowed yourself t nvaigte through the crowd. Bojack cleared his throat a syou heard his raspy cofnlciton against your neck while he contuiend to gude you through the crowd. "I'm sorry. Our porch."

"Is there a better way to play with the blessings you have than to do it in front of your own house, in front of what you wanted to show yourself off to?"

"I…guess not." He paused as he contuiend to thread his way through the bodies, his hand still kept on ypur middle as he contuiend to ease you through the loud crowd, the kind of human interaction and display that seemd to force the person perceiving it to go along with them, whether wanted or believed r not' that was the price of being human, being affected by other humans and their behaviors, whether wanted or not. "It seems a bit theraptricla."

"Exactly."

You heard Bojack give his own somber breatht that was somewhere between agreeable and detached as he continued to follow you through the flashed arms and the heat of the eys of people who followed you both. You heard his swears and the abrupt was his air was becoming hardened while he puseh his way past people and lifestyles, headspaces of either superficial or jaded genres that he had made clear he had long since been sick of being inevitably influenced by, but his warm palm was the remembrance and the guidance between the both of you to continue to thread through the crowd.

"Excuse me, thank you." You tried to kep your tone as collected as possible as you snapped yoru head towards several men that had joints place din their fingertips, their bodies leaned agasnt the wall and door as they turend and looked between the both of your bodies that were finally starting to weave its way out of the compact crowd, the rest of the crowd settling for snapping thei photos as they took a step away from what led to the entrance of Bojack's porch.

"Finally. Someone who's not completely insufferable with ho they go about repsinding to the party gusets."

Bojack's voice was deep rasped with the liquor he had drank and that slight cokiness he had for the sake og getting along with other people. One of the stroner's had their lips easied up as they watched Bojack flash his cocky grin across to them as he contuiend to be lead out ot he large open doors by your hand.

"Hey, it's way to stimulate having an oehional experience, right? I've tried to create things before, have my own specific niche way of looking at the word. The problem is is that n one cars, so you're either left alone mourning and feeling weird and crazy or having that world. Or you just accept it and do the same as everyone else." He jabbed out his cigarette, throwing it knot the ground as he crushed it with hi boot.

"Hey. Don't litter. On my porch, anyway." Bojack had a stern but clumsy tone to his voice, in that awkward fatherly command that you gathered from the potential of his disposition at times.

The stronger chuckled. Already were several people either stepping back from the cluster of the door that surrounded the open cracked entrance, or the people outside were making their way to their own cars or ar least what they were pretneidng to be their own cars; there were so many compact in Bojack's large circle of an entrance to his house that even having enough space to snea through them seemd like noting but an extension of impossible. The multicolor of the cars greeted ansd blared against both of your eyes as you lead Bojack out, who let out another drunken rasp he followed you outside.

"Yeah. Sure. ALwyas good to help someone out. Wa skins of the entire point of making this thing tonight."

"No-but you and your wife aren't directly helping anymore out. You're just being yourselves, and it's inherently worth marveling at. That's the incredible thing about it."

"Sure." Bojack's tone was becoming increasingly more dismissive as he continued to trip over himself to follow you outside; and for whatever bad emotions could have ben in him, they were eased for the both of you that came with the thread of privacy and specific way of truly loving someone and having a hope with them. "Glad I can help you out with your..stiner, probably loney and whatever else isolation played on your mind with, problems."

"I'm serious. I've never seen or felt anything like it. A real life marvel; not something made up or exagrreted like the majority of anything in this world is most of the time. The way this entire industry is."

Bojack let out a mumble, one that suggested his own focus on you and his more dismissive tone.

"I've tried my entire life to find something. Something that, like most people, I thought was in how much I could impress-"

"Impress other people, other careers. I know, guy. Tale as old as time. Just because we're ding the main party show tonight dosen't mean that we have some physical flag in our as aksng you to tell us your life sttory about it, alright?"

Your head turned over your shoulder; you weee just about os successfully make the both of your out. ALthough your own body wasn't covered, and you were, frankly, too drunk and wamr from your interactions to be bothered to care anything about it, you could feel the alarm go through you at the sudden jaded tone of Bojack's voice. But as your blurry vision snapped over your shoulder and you stepped by Bojack's side, the hipster man's eyes were lowered inot a defeat, hands raised up as hi eyes guided into dfense as his lips raseied up.

"That's exactly what I'm talking about. I don't care about whate even you say, and from the reputation you have, it dosen't bother me so much hat you did."

Bojack's eyes eased with avauge shame. Your hand squeezed on his to reassure him, but his ears only flciekd back in response.

"I don't care about what anyone or anybody else thinks or feels because by taking in just how natural and human and real your love was, i came to come by the fact that no matter what anyone experiences, or does, or believes, everyone is stuck in this hole known as existence and life and being of the same species."

"Yeah." Bojack's head turned back to the party and the wamr inglow of the living room with the muscles on his face cramped. "I'd like to think at times that I'm not apart of this species myself."

The stoner laughed, though there was a heavy freedom in his eyes now, and it seemd like there as genuine wisdom behind it; whatever Bojack's snapping had rggerd in him, it had abeen a long tiem coming.

"What you have is beautiful. Maybe one of the most human things I've ever seen. And like a lot of people for a long time in my life I wans't even sure what that meant. But I thinkI do now; and it dosen't have anything to do with anyone else except for myself and whatever it menas to me. After all, everything has to end eventually, right? Including the both of you, even ater death; even that has to find an end eventually unless its ssomehting we can't even comprehend, but-who believes in that, right?" He shrugged under his heavy and sloppy clothes, his eys distant as he walked his way back to the crowd with the rest of the stoners. He turned his head over to Bojack, who still had a vague glare in his eyes as his hard expression eased across the stonher's eys as he turned hi head over his shoulder and gave him a quick smile. "It was nice to meet the two o you before time takes all of this. I'm tyring to learn to be appreciative of whatever it is happening, even if its bad."

"Yeah, we got it."

"Even if it s a celebrity I thought I'd like yelling at me-because at least it was something I got to experience, and it'll all go to nothing eventually anyway." He waved his hand to the both of you in what seemed like goodbye, turning his head over to the crowd surrounding him as he walked his way over to his peers. Bojack's eyes eased down in a reflective moment, and he rasped a breath as he turend himself back over to you, ears flicked and expression compact but unreadable as you watched him for a moment, threading across his eerie detail as you turned your head and made your way back outside the door.

"Lot of people thinking they reached the goddamn right religion or beleif tonight becuase they met the two of us. Incredible. The delusions people come up with in parasocial relationships I'm no stranger to, but it's never been to this book writing delusional extent."

"The best thing we can both do is simply enjoy what this is and not question it, is the way I see it."

"I am not not questioning it. The problem is where everyone else around me is making me."

"I don't mean to try to either interact with it or not interact with it. I mean to simply let the pain and the bewilderment and the pleasure be what it is. When I fell in love with you it felt like I was a child in a way that suddenly made sense to me as to why everyone should strive to be like children; I fell in love with you and adored being with youbecause it was present, it was true and it was human, and loving you gives me a fulfilling purpose and ideninity, and giving you everything and anything you need is the best thing I ever could ask or hope for. I'm present and carefree with you; no rules, no perceptions of ho things are or should be; just existing as is, and following my intuition, which being with you reminds me is everything I ever needed to know."

Your head urned up as you allowed both the pollution of the people surrouning either of you down below from the slight grey steps that led to the entrance of Bojack's house from the people talking as they murmured their way to their own different places by their cars or simply their own different hng otu are, arms pressed against each other's curves as their voices threaded quietly through the booming and the loud clashes of the noise inside, the sounds of cars starting, of the nosies of tires and the vague imapteince of people's tone; all of it slowing down into a controlled and detached perception as your eyes turned upt o the dark orange sky that sat against the front of the Los Angeels buildings, meeting with that city pollutered melholihic grey that eased against it as the night continued on in both its welcome and distance from the expanse of the rest of the city below the orange dark sky. The softness of the nosgsitla and the natural worthwhile storytelling Bojack had been speaking about in his somber tone of reflection earlier brought a sharpness to yoru perception as your eyes guided across the space of the sky and the rest of the bittersweet never ending city that both made and destroyed people; and for the lovable palm that was rested against your hand, someone who was both.

Bojack's eyes were eased down into his thought of conflcition with his ears splayed downward, thought easing across his eyes. His expression, rich in his compact pain turned up to you, mane easing agaains tht ebreeze that made up the night of the city as your eyes softened and eased across his chek. His teeth poked as the muscle son his face trembled and cramped against one another his eyes eased up tp your,s looking unimpressive by the surface from his plump stomtahc and stout body; and yet the only thing that had gien any kind o thought tot he otherwise stagance and flaccid eyed look of the majority and of the execution of their misery for that night, and of every night beyond and before.

Your head turned down to the grey stairs, your hand squeezed against Bojack's, and he began to follow you as he tripped down the steps and began to follow you down the stairs. His own oddly grateful carrying of his body soothed your own wonderment of both amazement and nerves a syou helped him down the stairs, his own raspe dbreath following you both down the small grey height of the steps. You were making your way downt o the cars; part of your plan was to take Bojakc somehwrre where you both would be likely to be seen, but not necessarily to put on the display of the show you would have otherwise. With th way Bojack's hand was relaxing more notable against your palm, there seemed to be ana agreement to your idea.

But the sound of a party of footsteps announcing the entrance of the sudden crowd of people was enough to change the mood as Bojack snapped out a surprised breath, your head snapping back over your shoulder again as you turned to whate had caught Bojack's sudden panic. Several people, both woman and men alike, and from the panic in Bojack's eyes suggested that he knew little about how any of them were, jammed their way out from the doors; and others from the cars as they got themselves up from where they ere leaned privately against their cars a a second before as their smiles streecthed across their faces and over to you.

"No-please-stop"

Bojack's awkward protest was cut off by a man that slung his arm across Bojack; a visible announce eased across his face as he winced and tried to jolt his body away from the man's arm, his ears splayed out as his eeys darted over to his in annoyance.

The rest were none too shy about a silair entrance as s they made their way downward, the noise already drowned out by the music that was taking place downstairs and on the leve l of the entrance to Bojack's house; and, from the way the windows that led to the bedroom of Bojack as awell as several other ones that rested on the second floo,r several people who had been less than shy about taking it upstairs.

"Hey, Bojack! Hey, Bojack's girlfriend!"

"Wife." Bojack empahized the word, his eyes harded even further with an even richer disgust as his hands reached out while he pushed the arm of the man back. "She's my wife. You didn't know, after everything we did-with all the articles and shit?"

"Oh, I don't keep up with all the details. And who needs to anyway with a night like this; withe everything the two of you have been up to, rebels without any kind of caring about wha tit looks likee! I'm glad you're letting lose, BJ. Took you both long enough!"

Beefore Bojakcc ould manage a response; and his eys falahsed over to you with his mouth twisted in the want of the attempt of a comeback, but his words faltered as more flashy people made their way out, just as richly dressed as much as you could have expected the people to be that would the opposite mirror of what Bojack was trying to show them that he no longer was or ever would be. A large hippo woman, with her arms impossible thick and raised upward with her mouth exapnaded wide into an exalted celeration, bursted her way outward with pink drapes of her dress eased across her plush body.

She cheered as she made his way over towards the both of you, beer in one hand as her eys wee swayed.

"What's this party, now? The two of you going to show us an even better time to show in our slimy little conversions later?" Her eys were doused in their heaviness and her sickly amusement as her lip raied up. "You know what they say-peple are the way they are because existence is the way it is, and people blame people for responding to existence because that's all e know how to do to entrrin ourselves."

Bojack stepped back from where she was swaying, his hands raie dup and ears lowered and timid.

"My wife and I were actually-"

"You don't need to explain anything. I ge tit, the two of you are adorable." Her flabby arm rased itself forward with the beer in her hand as her eyes winced in her mocking amsuemnt between the two o you. "What I came out here to say was to thank the both of you for being something both powerful and positive into his world." Her eys narrowed as he indicated a sloppy chubby hand to Bojack, who's eyees flared open wide as he stepped his way back, his eyes flciekdc over to you no and then as he tired to disqueitly make his way towards where you were standing. "It's the best, and hardest thing to be, and the only thing anyone wants." Her eyebrows wiggled. "But tonight we want to do away with large qualitines of whatever does or dosen't make a human life and just get some nice ass with yoru wife, huh? The beleif and prescptive the both of you have because of one another; I'd think it takes a special heart to be able to have the certain eyes to appreciate it, but ehre the two of you are, having the one thing everyone wants but can't get-the spiritual strnegth of consitence bleief and confidence in a world that lets anyone have anything but that unless they have money." Her head titled back, drmatcially, clearly drunk and falling fully to her whimsicla uncaring as her chubby wrist rested on the emhcolchy of her large grye forehead. "Eveyr day well all know it, and very day people do anything they can to repeat it."

"We all know thatand we all do our best to have a good time anyway, big girl."

The man who had wrapped his arm around Bojack's a moment ago stepped his way back to Bojack again, eyes glimmering with a heated ambition that was enough to make you feel vaguely uncomfortable; Bojack's eyes were wide as his ears splayed back with his hands pressed in front of his chest, that delicate and human timid worry on his eyes as the man walked his way to him with his eyebrows played in a way that was meant for Bojakc to follow. Bojakc gave into his minute instinct and flashed his white teeth to the man, his expression instnaly falling into one of apologteic unceinity as his body was thrown against the man's plam.

He slapped his hand on Bojacks back, and reached out his arms to hug you, wiggling his hands and drunken empty eyes or you to follow. Your eyes flashed over to Bojack, but he only had an uncertain gleam o apology in his tender eyes reflected by the city light to give you. You brshted in, easing and fucking your way padt the parcuarky large hippo woman as you kneeld yourself under hear and her dramatic psotoion, turning your expression over to the welcome of the drunken empty eyes man; you noticed it now more than ever after thos eimpossible right notes of Bojack love to Bojack and seeing his compact, specific modled and uncertain paiend expression that had met yours under every love making of the sheets.

"Atta girl! C'mere-you made this entire night for all of us. Let's make sure we all stay on the same page and have the best night fof our lives. We're all just ere to have a good time, huh?" B

Bojack gave another nervous chuckle, his body swaying and stumbling across the man as his uncertain eyes eased across him own grimy encourgemten. You allowed herself to be embraced him, despite both bodies being naked, of ou and Bojack though the man seemd to not only mind but relished it. With Bojack's ears snapped back and eys wicked vaguely with his exoresison flashing over to you nw and then did you three briefly pressed against each other. It was a strange sensation- touching another person's bare body so soon after having been so intertwined with Bojack, but the man raise dhis head up breathing in the fresh air outside as contentment came over his features, as genuine as much as it was cocmially strange.

"Ok, guy." Bojack pressed his hand on the man's chest, his eyes darting to you both for regrounding, reassurance, and for guidance. "I think we all greeted each other here amazingly. Personal hygeine is also something to be celebrated, huh, buddy?"

The hippo woman gave a gruff laugh, followed by her body twisting further back along with her vague drunken amusement. The man who had slapped his arm around Bojack winced his eyes as he contuiend to sway.

"You two trying to go out here to have a good time without any of us?"

"Uh-not especially. Not with that exact pure intent." Bojack scratched the side of his neck as his timid eyes darted over to you. Your head eased up as you met the man's playful disposition and the drunken air of the rest of the party as they crowded in front of the small space known as the entrance to Bojack's outdoor vacant entreceway.

"Come on, sweetie. I can speak a language like that better than that." The man began to make his way over to where you were standing wth your lip jutted out into a subconscious defiance, and although Bojack would have protected you, it was clear he was too drunk and out of the current loop to be able to act the way he normally would have. Bojack only let out a grunt as his wincing eyes turned to you, feet stepping back as he watched you with a sway of his own timid apologetic eyes.

You yourself felt too out of your senses to be ale to respond properly. The man came forard and took full advantage as he slapped a hadn onto our shoulder, causing your body to become parlsyzed or a moment a syo felt the stark contrast to the way Bojack had touched you and the incessant softness of forgiveness and itnimay that was shared between the both of you, both in the choatsic days of the party as well as the softness of nights shard.

"I know the both of you gto a name and moves you can try to show the both of us. Why would you cheat something that woul clealry give you and your husband a good name?"

He was close enough to you that you could feel the lathering of his whisky laden breath, mixed in with the choking exhaust of the cigarettes that spilled out of his lips. Bojack's eyes winced as his head snapped over ot you, ears lowered. You felt a visible change in your body overcome you, complete with the feeling of the fisgsut that came with the foreign feeling of the man's touch, his draastix intentions changing profoundly from the certain ones you felt from Bojack.

The stranger man's hand body felt like a cold, unfeeling sensation compared to Bojack, and the desire and hunger that Bojack had left you to made you feel as if you were on the edge of some sort of desperate escape from the entrapment that was known as the the suffocation of physical sensations of being surorunded by other who felt far from safe that the intimacy of Bojack gave you relief from. The feeling of being trapped in one body and unable to truly become part of another and of that feeling ; a feeling that people were so used to that they themselves weren't even aware of it until they found a sensation that took it away, increasing as you felt the squeeze of the man's hand on your shoulder.

"Hey, ballhead, she said no." Bojack managed a bit of a defnese for the both of you, though the stumbling of his drunken feet and the way his eyes were barely able to keep focused on one specific task, much less statement, made his argument seem far from either intimating or believable. The man turned as his hard eyes met Bojack as his lip quipped up, satisfaction easing into his expression as his eetes turned backt o you with his eyebrows quirked.

"This is what the both of you wanted for the night, right? Just want o make sre that you don't both get sidetracked and end up making us miss on one some of that good richness." ]

"Bojackis hat for me." Your hand reached out to where the man had his palm gripped onto your shoulder. The man's teeth poked out as his eyes glimmerd in the recomgizntion of the fact that he had hit some cord.

"Whoa, of course! Didn't think it would be in those soppy terms, but that's the general idea of why we're all here, right?" The man swayed as he turned his light drunken eyes to Bojack, who kept his own dim ones eased into a distant vague disgust but also of complacent as his own tired eyes turned up to the man. "I know how it must be. You guys only have one another and I bet it gets exhausting, only having each other no matter how tired you are of fighting and just having to get through that day by day, trying to ignore us annoying cuds, huh?"

"I wouldn't have said it in those direct words-not tonight, anyway, but if you want to portray your projection of what reveals you as clearly knowing you're annoying, then sure."

"I'm just trying to be accurate as to what you guys are feeling." The man turned his hands up, and his eys darted to the swaying and easily amused hippo woman, her body still swayed up into her own bemused coddling of her weight as her head was flung back, mouth expanded wide with her teeth showing out from her durken mumbling. "My friends and I-we just came here for a good time, is all."

He darted his hands over to Bojack in a gesture that was clearly meant to be one of agreeable causality; Bojack's eyes only eased down into a distant disgust as his expression, dark and clouded, turned back to your eyes again. He tried to cross, but his vision was too drunken and blurry himself, and his distant maddened easily tormented eyes only managed to stumble across themselves as he snapped his arms outward to balance with a vague "whoa" leaving his lips. He stopped, his dim with defeat as his body lead forward in that clumsy and awkward defeated way.

"So your way of trying to be able to have that 'time' tonight was trying to follow the business of two people who very clearly weren't yours?" His hand raised up, soppily and drunkenly.

"My friend only wants to be accurate. He can see some pain when he knows it."

Bojack raised a brow with a vague disbelief. "Really."

The hippo woman snapped a chubby wrist over to him. "I understand if you both need time to process pain away from the rest of the party. You guys need each other and your relief, I get that. Better that than the drinking, right?"

Bojack's hard and swaying body turned back to you, eyes vacant as much as they were compelling, and the maddening glint of undone pain splaying out from his mane and easing across into the chaos of his eyes. You only lifted your lip up as you met him, a brief moment of relief for the both of you of genuine clarity and connection in the middle of the fog that made up yorusleves physically and emotionally that night otherwise.

"Well, if you did see and notice that theory, then it would have helped that you would have at least tried to help execute it, rather than doing the brisk opposite."

You began to make your way across the small space between the both of you, arms pressed firmly across your chest as the vacant emptiness sin Bojack's eyes from how drunk he was continued to ease over to ou and welcomed you across the room as much as he was capable. You let out a soft word as your hand eased across his arm, and Bojack's eyes lowered into somber reflection as he felt your hands ease across his arms.

"We'd like to at least try to have some time alone, for the record." Bojack managed the suggestion as his dry eyes eased over to the party.

You body leaned against Bojack's as his hand trembled across the middle part of your back, feeling relief course through you as your body eased against his side even as the party chuckled and gave the same feelings of abrasive disconnected, and therefore helplessness, the way the majority of people did. Your hand eased against the side of Bojack's plush handles, and already did you feel more grounded, despite the lostness and the chaos that surrounded both of you and the emptiness of what seemed like an impoossibility to connect in the other party's eyes.

The dryness and the emotional exhust in Bojack's eyes was all you needd to know as he seemd vaguely more relaxed at the feelings of your hands on his back; she was his constant reminder that there was more to life than impulsive party sensations. For most people, it was being drunk or doing drugs-and even those with a rich inner life ended up absung several substances eventually, and Bojack himself had been at the forefront, almost an entrie brand for some people in and of itself, of the coping mechanisms when it came to getting away from that human heaviness and the very disconnect of what surrounded the both of you; always easily prone to change but the likeness of it happening almost guaranteed to nothing. Though Bojack had his own code for the complications of his life, a much more lavishd and connected one than you did, there was the feeling that at the end of the day he had been and experienced the same emptiness as you; and in turn with that, the same fulfillment.

For you, as you knew it was beyond a doubt with Bojack, the reward that he got from the emptiness of his life he had suffered through previously with enough failed relationships to the point where connected, much les fondness, seemed impossible, there was only Bojack; only his own sweet, stumbling, complex, irreparably flawed and perfectly violent nature that it felt like a need to be apart of.. The challenges that he presented was one of which you could never get enough of; he was quite literally an addiction to whatever it was you were made of. The people that were surrounded the both of you was only a reminder of how true that was, and there was a sense of a lessening quality spiritually wise no matter what either of you did currently. Still, you would have to settle for lesser sensations for the time being. You pulled yourself a few more inches away from the man and smiled at him, trying her best to keep away the grimace that was naturally on your face.

"You started this place to see a show, huh, man?" The man quirked an eyebrow as he flew his expression over to Bojack. His eyes widend for a moment, then lessened into a vague detachment as his eyes threaded across the man.

"Yeah. I did."

"And you think it's a good idea, right?" The hippo woman's eyes fluttered into a tease as her eyes guided across the both of you.

"Well, in a sense." Bojack shrugged as his eyes turned up. "Maybe one of those ideas where it seemed like a better idea on the surface than it was anywhere else."

The hippo woman let out a thrill of a laugh, loud enough that it caused Bojack to grimance as his eyes winced with his teeth pressed together; several people that had been sitting inside of the living room turned their heads over their shoulder and out to the door, their attention drawn to the cluster of the party and you and Bojack. His hands raised in front of him as ears darted back.

"Keep it down, maybe?" His the heat in his eyes flashed over to the crowd that were turning their heads over to the door. "We came out here to try and lessen the crowd for a bit."

" Off and on." The hippo woman chuckled as she laughed around the words, her playful molded plush eyelids easing over to the man beside her that she towered over. "Funny. He started this party because he wanted to get attention, and now he wants privacy."

"Going out here was my wife's idea!" Bojack's eyes eased up as his feet stumbled forward, hands waved out drunken and erratically. Your hand eased across his palm and his tinted eyes turned back to you, hard and full of insult of his own impatience.

"I just wanted to help us get some hair."

"In the nude.' The man laughed, the general reaction turning back over to the crowd beside him and over through the expanse of the several strangers and party members that ere turning their hands out of the door-most of them by now with their clothes ripped and with necklaces and jewelry dangling from their bodies as their swaying bodies snapped out and over the door.

"Yes. Like a lot of people here." Bojack's eyebrows tensed as a hard hue eased across his face with he indicated his head towards the crowd. "Like you were all gawking at a second ago? That dosen't sudden change just because we went out. My driveway is large and private; no one is coming by here anytime soon except for the metal cluster of cars that has already occupied this space."

"Honey." Your hand readjusted against his palm, and his hard eyes turned, glimmered with emotions as his head swayed over to your body. Yoru head turned to the crowd. "We're fine. Just trying to adjust to what this feels like and what it looks like with every passing hour. We're not so used to stuff like this-being a apart for long periods of time."

There was more truth in the words than would have been considered healthy for the party litneing to you, with their eyes gleamed into question that spoke of comfort, even celebration, of indidvuality and spiritual solitutide; not unlike the life of a misforutnate not realizing what it really meant for them to have what they didn't if they were to experience to its full extent what that was.

There was something sickly to the way you and Bojack loved one another, even with how rich of a good thing it was for each of you; the reminder o how no one or anything had been close to enough or even human previously. It almost seemed as if when you were around others you were instantly reminded of something that was close to a sort of unpleasant feeling of what had been a lifetime of emptiness and disconnect; as if your every physocligcal thread that made up your headspace retested against being around anything else, knowing what people were other than his touch was a chore; and as your gaze flew around the several naked adult bodies that surround you by Bojack's door, with the hickies eased across their throat and the drunken re dpuffed sickliness of both distraction, illness and emptiness and the mathcing of itt o complacy, you felt a vague realiziton that it may have been more challenging to yourself and Bojack more than it was worth.

Connection was an emotional need; you and Bojack were brought even further together knowing how ogn and empty a life without it truly expensed as. To know other people other than one another, were connection was not only fleeting but borderline nonexstence, almost seemd unwanted entirely compared to the richness and the cocnsidntnecy between you and Bojack, knoiwng that it was home, no matter how isolated or maddening that it had to be that way for the both of you at times; but there was nothing but was more guaranteed or consistent in how it carried itself than the genuine love for one another, the hue of the same story and of genuinely being able to see each other and love one another through every detailed emotional narrative that made up two lives that genuinely came into as one in a life giving, sinrining and meiangul promising capacity. The both of you undersstood that, and your admiration for Bojack, even more than it already was, increased daily, knowing how he had a natural romantic sophciation to him that had gone unnoticed with every partner, and your adoration for the both of you as known for being of the same rich mutual agreement as much as anything ever had been.

You already knew people had a tendency to get addicted to people in the same way that they to drugs-and as your eys darted over to where Bojack stepped his way beside you, hands encased and gripped knot your palm as his eyes eased full of emotion eased across the stood crowd that he was feeling the same abrasive attachment to the only person that was of genuine relief. Prone to addiction, you knew it like the back of your own hand that Bojack was physically latched onto you, and emotionally was even deeper. Well intended or not, the people surrounding you with their superficial natures and prodding inquiry did little to change anything.

Still, being with Bojack felt like a healing for you. You never could have never dreamed just how literal that healing was; it was both terryfing to kow that someone's presence and love could make such a literal and mental difference, comforting in the moment knowing that he was yours, and terrifying on the other end of knoiwng of the endless possitbitles that could occur of him no longer being yours. To you, everything compared to time with Bojack was less than, and it almost made you retech to have to taste any lesser touches of others. At least Bojack wasn't far behind with you mentlaly; you needed to only to go to his side to find her remedy.

"I think we've both just been spoiling each other too much lately." Your hand eased across Bojac's arm as a physical connection between the both of you. Bojack's eyes flashed over to your touch as his eyebrows lowered down. "It's a lot to take in, even if we did want it."

The hippo woman let out a vague grunt, her eyes still playful, with with a soft edge of judgemtn against her eyes as her expression eased across your body. There was only a vague change in her disposition, but one for both of youand Bojack to notie.

"Straneg change of mind for a night like ths."

"Yeah, ok. Thank you. Can you get inside and we can talk about intimate detailss that are none of your concern anothe time?"

"Bojack." The man's eys flashed over to him with eyebrows raised, and the flair on Bojack's eyes increased. "That's a rich way of saying yoy're a tiotal jackass-

"Hey, Bojack, my man, how's it going?"

A cheetah, spotting a ripped blue outfit and with a cigar teased into his lips began to make his way out, a radio that had been delcialtley balanced on his shoulder being crashed down abruptly onto the ground. Bojak winced as anothe timid flair eased into his eyes as a grimance took his features. Your fingertips only threaded across his skin to try to keep him at least vaguely grounded. The dancing threads of other couples and individuals made their wya out; only less thna half now vsisbly dressed.

The cheetah made his way through the crowd in front of the both of you, shouldeig hss way forward with his eyes enlightened with a emotion that was of the exa oppoist eyou knew carried Bojack.

"Your wife brings out greatness in you, I'm sure, old man!" The cheetah stumbled his way forward though the party that had been standing in front of the both of you a second before. "It's not easy t have belief in yourself, but cuting yourself off into negativity only makes you lose any potential you ever could have had." The cheetah punched your arm and you only managed a vague nervous laugh; the cheetah leaned forward to Bojack before he found a response that was well spoken in his own jaded narrative of his eyes as a yellow arm flashed out and hit him and patted his back. The cheeta shot him a smile, fangs easng from each end his own dirty face glazed with pollution of drugs and the makrs of the quic interacitons o several woman against what would have been pale skin of his pattered face, had it not been so dirty underneath the layers of the smear of lipstick and the intimacy of the trouble the majority of the party had gotten into that night. Bojack let out an abrupt breath as his eyes wided while he stumbled forward, his eyes wincing as he swayed while his expression winced up to the cheetah.

"She foes make it all a little easer. With all of this, specifically."

The cheettha let out a laugh. He turned his eyes over towards you, eyes glinted in a friendly welcome, his own bright fur poking out as he gzed between the two of them with his hands pressin on both of your shoulders in a entrance of his clear over comfortbailoty that was clear from Bojack's lack of reaction to the cheetah but his visible since of the hands cross his shoulders that he was used to it. His glare eased overt ot eh cheetah as the hippo woman only let out an amused laughter.

"Don't bother too much" The man besdese the hippo women raised a brow. "Bojack hasn't changed much on any other font other than the fact that he wanted all his rich neighbors to know that he now has a pussy he had fuck every single given night. RIght, Bojack?"

Bojack's eyes widend inot a sickly defiance. "That's literally the opposite of what I'm trying to do tonight."

"Don't worry about it." The cheetah man;s hands, smelling and feeling of other woman's whisky, the eeling of his own enticement and the causality of his tone that spoke that he had no picking up on Bojack or you eased through your own increased uncomfortbaility and announce as his body snapped back to the both of you. He wigged an eyebrow at Boack, who's expression only became more tense as he offered the cheetah man a glare, somehow still tender in that way you reconginzed at his core. "You're going to do anything you can to try and make sure we're all passed of at you for the night, huh? That is your t thing, and we all know how much people in Hollywood like to have their thing, no matter how pathetic it might be."

"Yeah, that's not what I was trying to do here tonight. Although everyone twisting it into something else dosen't surprise me."

His hard eyes eased down to where the cheetah had his hand grazed on Bojack; his hands flicked him away with an expression as dismivev as much as his eyes. Your body eased further onto the plush of his side, exhausted from only being able to find rleeif from the two of one another, but not being able to resist it as your body eased across his skin, His plush arms reached out and pressed across your body, pulling you into his embrace as his eyes turned up to the cheetah.

"Your night going weel, though?" Before Bojakc could answer there was an abruptpt flash; the cheeta darted his hand out and Bojack's eyes dailted as he was tempaoirly blinded from the light with it flooded across his eyes. But the question refocused him back into grounding as your chin raised up and eased on his bare chest, the previous heat of sweat nad skin and intimacy from a few moments ago already becoming more carefree and eased through with the breeze as you body stayed leaned against his chest. Bojack' syee became vaiegly thoughtful, and you felt a slight relief at this; you knw how much the slowerer and lonely, melcohlic heart of Bojakc liked to be asked more human question that had been deprived from the connections of the majority his entire life.

"Been okay." His eys lowered as he shrugged. "We mainly did this tonight because we both though it would make everyone feel a little better.

It sounded gruff and detached; completely different from the impulsive party man and his bellowed and loud voice that had polluted the air a moment before in the sweat heated intimacy of the inner living room. The cheetah's eyes glimemred a she picke dup on it, several chuckles and more noises coming from outside as more people began to make their way out to join the two of you, even as Bojack breathed a rasp of protest and even as your own eeys snapped over to the crowd while you felt a jolt of annoyance pour through you.

"And how's reality coming?" The cheetah teased the words in his high pitched, almost intentionally poking and detached voice. Bojack opened his mouth ot offer genuine reply but another white flash from the camera spoiled his eyes, and Bojack's expression eased into something that was a hrdned complacent of acceptance as the light left where there had been agneuine sense of aprecaton a moment before.

"You really pulling up on the questionnaire part of this entire thing tonight, aren;t you?"

"It's all for content for themselves, right? For all of us."

Bojack's eyes eased into an emptiness as his pupils eased down, tat emptiness that had a life to it onl Bojack ould manage.. "Right. Content. I guess." One hand eased away from cradling your back and settled for nervously scratching the back of his neck."

"Hey, we're all in the same industry. The same world. We're all ehre trying to get the same thing to survive the same cirucmstnces. After what happened tonight, they're not letting this damn story go. We're going to be hearing about it for decades."

Bojack's eyes eased up, and your chin eaed across his skin as you watched the compact conflciton in his eyes.

"Yeah?"

"Sure. You're helping people out tonight, Bojack, in the way you can. You should be good about it, finally using your own personal worth to help people."

Bojack chcukcled, the sound reflective and vaguely nervous as his snout eased across the top of your head.

"Maybe no one would need a break from reality if people just stopped being so obnoxious."

There was a gentle tease to his voice; that certain profound softness even when it came to something jaded in context that made up the words. The cheetah flashed his eyes as his lips smirked.

"Maybe. But that's not the point of life, right? Nobodies' every going to stop trying. The only thing you can do is find a way to cheat yourself into approching and surving it in your own way." Another raised camera that flashed right in Bojack's eyes, and the dilation and maddening smallness of his pupils eased across his eyes again. Your eyes snapped up as you focused on Bojack, keeping your eyes threaded across his in your worry as you saw him try to pull his disoritnaton back quickly. A vague manic depressed panic eased into Bojack's eyes for a moment as he came back to himself, and it quickly transferred to a comforted but jaded look as his expresson snapped to the camera; several others behind the both of you picked up on it as the flash contuiend from behind both of you.

"Yeah. I guess that is true."

Bojack's voice a shevay laden with his regret, and you knew that he was brining hell onto himself in the chaos of his mind, knowing and connecting with himself emotionally just enough to be able to give himself emotional intmacy, but not enough to bring suamautlion of claierty of mind or of being known by another. It was clear the lostness that had defined the majortyy of both of your lives, of taking in successes and people's work being perceived and responded to and cleberaed, had taken its toll on any effort either of you had to bring the same; a lost ideeinity in a world where the default was being lost and unwanted.

But you remembered that adorable and carefree gleam and even more rassied excitement in Bojack's flashed white smile as the excitement had raised into his eyes as he had suggested the idea that night; his rapsy voice cracking into that rare way when he truly showed off his soppy excitement and just how playful and carefree he could become when he was genuinely connected to an idea. No matter what else was occurring tonight, somewhere in his complicated and conflcite demenaor Bojack nonetheless till that same excitement that he had promised you the majority of the adults would be feeling, had they gone through with this. It wasn't that you were being judgmental towards Bojack's changing attitudes- but you couldn't help compare to what Bojack was made of within his life experience was the continued promise of lakc of peace for the both of you, if only for the fact that his prepcetoion was as easily swayed with whatever opinion or perception surrounded either of you.

Bojack was sick, as you were, in that indescribable emotional way that had carried the both of you throughout your lives; whatever it was-whether from other people or each other, and more than likely the inevitability of both.

But how lucky you were to have found a man that had every particle of his being to be everything you needed; and the relief that came from being with someone who recognized to full capacity the same sickliness that semed to claim further to madness when unfelt by another as you did for each other; from the childish, masculine rasp of his voice, to the soft and trembling touches of his heated fingertips that always granted you a certain calm. He was everything you needed without even knowing you needed it, and as you looked around you now, you couldn't help but only feel a rich gratitude that helped you feel found in a crowded chaotic space where she previously would have only felt lost and increasingly more manic depressed. You only wanted to transfer the same over to him.

Everything he was made of was the definition of an admitted emotional addiction that you were convicned for something beyond your understanding you had been born to crave;; the most natural and tender solution to your every need. Not that it was met perfectly every time; it was far from it, but it was all the reason or survival either of you had needed to ger through day to day, coming more naturally and capturing both of you from any previous despair that would have been far too easy to grapple the both of you previously. Now that you had gotten your own taste of purity, you would never be able to get enough.

Even if it included having the juggle Bojack's conflicted mannerism of deciding what he wanted and what that looked like at his age; and you had a feeling it was the kind of feeling that would never have the full end of peace, espically with the constant reminder of the flaws of others that surrounded the both of you.

"We don't have to push them too hard." The hippo woman's voice thrilled into causal amusement as one of the stoner men, bodies clasped in half worn clothes and his skin laden in sweat as he turend his eyes over from his amusement from what he had captured on his phone. "We have more than plenty of time to talk. After what happened tonight-" She let out a low deep throated chuckle, chubby wrist easing across her wide arms as her causal eyes rolled up. "Plenty to discuss about whatever caused that tonight."

"Classic Hollywood party." The man who has his phone placed in his hands; the same one who had slung his arms around Bojack's shoulder casually a moment ago, lowered his eyes back to the screen where his eyes were gleamed on his screen.

Bojack pointed his fingers lazily towards the man, dry exhaust in his eyes.

"I do hear that one. It wouldn't have been a party unless a lot of horrible things that didn't have to happen did, wouldn't it?"

"You don't have to be sarcastic about it. I suggested it to talk about your poor friend. Clearly he wasn't in the right state of mind or heart." The hippo women's voice was wobbled with her clear affect of the liquor as it had passed through her and the second hand weed that surrounded the astmohpehre, ehavy enough that it overcame both the sex smell and the midnlessness of the drugs tha induced in the air and the pollution of the cars.

Bojack's eyes opened vaguely, a vague glint of fight in his eyes,

"I wasn't being sarcastic about it. I legitimately think that what happened tonight isn't something that I'm going to be able to process-properly." His hand eased across his arms as his ears lowered. "And the only reason why I would admit that is because of whatever stimulate I took too much to make it sound not completely pathetic to admit that."

"Hey, no judgement here. Not yet." The man's eyes gleamed as his eyes turned over his phone screen. "You mind if I share these nude photos tonight!"

"Well, not espci-"

"The hotter, the sooner, the better." He wigged the phone over to Bojack; a blurry photo that seemed like it was hardly focused, mainly constructed of unfocused blurs more than any coherent perception of either of your bodies, the silluete and the looks of Bojack's distinct snout easing across your lips of it being the only genuine give away towards what it was. Bojack's eyes lowered into a less panicked look and less into exasperation as he watched the man bite down on his lip.

"I mean, if that's what you need in order to make this night feel special, sure."

"What makes you keep coming back to Horseman? To marry him? I'm curious. The guy is way past his prime and couldn't offer anyone knew who comes along anything especially great." The hippo woman's eyes gleamed as she turned her nosiness over to you.

"Thank you. I'm glad I'm experiencing your bluntless firsthand when I'm too drunk to be bothered about it."

"Honesy is the best way to make people feel alive." She jabbed a pointed chubby finger at Bojack. "Better for people to get a little hurt than it is to have tha complacent dead feeling people have when they give up.

Bojack's eyes flashed over to you, eyes wicning as his ears lowered.

"Honey, you don't have to answer her questions. As a matter of fact, please don't."

"It's alright." Your hand squeezed on his to reassure him you were on his side as you felt his hands tense under your grasp. Your head turned as you looked over to the friendly but catty look of the woman. "Before I met Bojack there were times in my life where I could feel myself falling into a black diapir whenever I was alone or when things didn't make sense for me, and I just had to suffer through it back then. Since we've ound each other, it's all become so much easier. I focus on him and it makes seense; there's something and someone to come back to whenever the world falls, and he's real and whole and makes the lack of sense of everything around me suddenly make sense, or at least grounded. He helps me not because it's perfect, and the pain is always there; but there's a relief that we give each other in the chaos and the ucneirnity, and every time I go to him, it's all suddenly bearable where things would have been impossible unbearable before."

There was a vague chuckle that came from the man and the stoners behind him, though the majority of the attention was on their phones. The hippo women's eyes were distant and vaguely unreadable but ultiemaltey with a genuine sense of sweetness of appreciation in them as her eyes eased between the both of you.

"Well, it's nice to be able to hear a sincere reason for these parties happening tonight, anyhow." Her eyes dimmed as they darted between the both of you in her thought. "Long time coming since I've heard one of those."

"Corny." One of the stoners were chcukling out their opinion, not bothering to look up from the fat joint dangling out of his lips or the way his skin pressed against the woman who was curving and keeping herself by him with a druekn and barely present capture.

Bojakc chuckled, eyebrows turning down in that detached and almost aggressive agreement.

"I know. Maybe that's why we wanted to paint the entire thing under the portrait of something that wasn't corny so everyone could at least enjoy themselves tonight."

"Don't be like that." The cheetah that was walking behind Bojack caused the both of you to turn on your shoulders as his own clearly inebriated form stumbled his way behind the two of you, shoving his way past Bojack's shoulder as he chuckled and made his way to the party on the other side of both of you. "It's sweet that you wanted to capitalize off of getting some trashy content for the rest of the world to use."

Bojack's eyes had a distant hard gleam in them as he made contact with the cheetah and his teasing, superficial form of a mocking glint. "That's actually not what I wanted this to be at all."

The man who had asked to share your photos online finished typing with his hands, his eys gleamed right along with his flashed chipped teeth as he gave a chuckle. He ignored Bojack's statement as he turned his head to the party standing beside him, swaying as he rolled his eyes and let out a cheap chuckle while giving the party beside him a wink.

"My ex-wife pulled a lot of shit like that on me too. Total bullshit. Like what Bojakc is doing with you, huh?" The man cuckold as he lazily swung his arm over to you, still side stepping as he tried to keep a balance. Your eyes snapped over to Bojack with your eyes dimmed, Bojack meeting on your own as his eys were switching between frusatred and conflicted. "But you know what we're doing tonight, though? We're going to smoke some joints and we're going to have banging hot sex. With our wives, of course. Or anyone we want, screw it! It's a party tonight, run by the trahsy man Bojack Horseman himself, and we're going to have a goddamn good night tonight." He waved his hands in front of him, turning his head back to the extension of the stranger man and woman with their trashy ripped clothes and smirked makeup as hey all turned to the swayed druekn eyes of the man while he sidestepepd back and waved his hands beside him with a drunken uncaring ease. "And go back to those experimental days when everything was awesome!"

"I heard!" One voice called out amongst the bodies that had walekd their way out. Bojack breathed a sigifgent sigh as he stepped back, his hands placed firmly on your palms as his fingers pressed on yours subconsciously. You felt a shiver go through you at his touch; it was unlike him to make such a delicate and motivated move, and your body straighted up as you felt a warmth strike through you at his touch, The man swaying in front of you indicated his way down towards his naked body, dressed in falling down and now no longer bcukled pants as he gesutued his hands towards the falling fabric. His voice swayed into an drunken lack of depth that was never unpresent in Bojack's somber tone, regardless of whatever had occurred inside of his outward and inward recklessness.

"Is everyone here?"

You turned your focus over to Bojack's eyes, which were winced a the reflection of his compact and exhausted eyes eased across the crowd with a vague look of detached insult to them. He tilted his head as he looked over the shoulder of the large stout hippo woman, his gaze searching across the crowd that, although still nothing compared to the reckless dense party that was inside, was becoming thick enough again that there were eyes enough to be considered a disorienting audience. Your head turned as your hand squeezed on his, responding the timid touches of his fingertips against your skin as you stepped beside him.

"If you want to try to go somewhere else, we can always do that."

"Right." His ears flicked as his eyes snapped down to yours, lowered and drunken as his eyes eased across yours. "And go where, inside of the bushes?

"It might be better than staying out here."

"With thorns brusitnling against out bodies and go knows what else. And that's not even including the story they'll twist it into. No thanks. Better thing to do is stay here and let people decide what we should do. Nothing like fitting in like allowing yourself to be taken down by the same aimlessness people in their lives and accepting the mundianity of lack of true love or focus or driection."

Your head titled forward a syour lips met his shoulder, pressing your lips on him gently as you felt the now slightly more coolr damp touch of his skin against your lips.

The large form of more animal and large stout types were starting to walk their way outward, their voices mumbling against one another as they eased their way out of the open door, significantly thinner ones of people with their bodies ripped in both clothes and mood from intense intimacy as they made their way out, waiting eagerly as their heads turned over to the general direction of where both of you stood. Turltetop was stublimg his way out on his two stubby legs; Bojack gave a rasp of exaggeration to see his dry eyes as his detachment threaded across the crowd.

"I'm sure he'll find a way to bring this up later in my career."

"Don't worry about that." Your chek rested on his shoulder, your face turning back to the crowd a syou watched them pour out. "I want to focus on those grounded and healing, pure and focused feelings we get when we have one another and when we're with each other."

"Easier said when its actually happening than just the idea of it."

His voice was just edged enough for you to know to drop it, but was soft enough at its core that you knew in the ays that counted there was at last some comfort there. You settled for the lack of agreement for the time being as your cheek rested acros his shoulder, feeling the warmth come from him and the vauge feeling of sweat from his skin as it pressed across your cheek.

Several party of half naked woman were in the corner, big red-haired woman and other various eccerntirc forms sitting by their heads aboe their smeakrd lipstick across their pale skin that had nicotine stains meeting across their smeared skin. Several of them were obviously wives; the rings that sat on their hands were glimmerign agiaisnt the occasionall champagne glass that was pasing by them or being held in their hand as people walked past hastily. Men were grazing their ass in a way that spoke of a comfortable intimacy, and their ehads turned back as they gave them a welcomed gleam oof their eyes as their heads turned back, heads swaying and rocking as their mouths raised into an amused grin.

"I'm…surpirsed, at how many married men there are tonight." Bojack's hands scratched the side of his neck.

"You didn't think they would be interested in showing up for anything you came up with?" Your head turned as your lips pressed across his shoulder, and he gave another signature heavy rasp as his trouebeld eyes and the stoic look of his compact consideration eased across his eyes.

"Not that. I mean-" His eyes lower as he gave a shrug. "I guess that is one way you could try looking at it." His eyes wince,d genuinely dumbfounded as his eyes danced across the space. "Honeslty, I just wasn't expecting there to be so many married people in general." His eyes dimmed as he gave a shrug. "Didn't think people even tried to commit like that. It currently never seemd that way with whatever woman or whoever I was around with in general."

Your curious, mostly drunken and detached eyes allowed the cycnimcal but clothing voice of Bojakc to speak his narrative a syour eyes eased across the atmosphere of the scholastic and stroy laden bodies hat were walking their way out, each one having a narrative of the messy impulsivity of the night as they stumbled their way out to the cars and tripped over themsleevs through the expanse of the party. The maorty of them seemd as if they had already moved on from the curiosity and advertisement of the two of you; the majority o them were already settling for stumbling their way out as they followd one another through the cars, some stopping to make love by one woman as their bodies eased her across the cars, others hvaing flirtatious laughter as their hands danced and met against the in deth action of their hands as they fluttered across the top of the cars with the background lights of the city of Los Angeels shimmering in an edge of agreement behind the houses and lights and the endless expanse of the city life that was seen from the bittersweet top of the Bevelry Hills were Bojack's house sat.

Sitting in the back of the ball beside the stairs along with several other couples-enough that they couldn't all be recognized at the same time even if Bojack had known them-was a line of every type of personal and animal with their bodies intertwined agisnt one another as they bodies rythmically enjoyed their intimacy in agreement with their bodies, laughter and a carefree lack of self consciousness in the majortyy of their energy.

"They seem-like they're almost having fun. Just being here." Bojack's voice eased into a reflection as his eyes winced while he watched them. Your eyes turned to his as you watched his ears flcik back in a vague disbelief; btt here was a soft reassuerence there along with it that he was starting to come into. Like everything with the opposite nature of someone as both tender and a broken as Bojack, too separate and opposite forces, it took him a long time to see something as a good thing; if he ever did. "Maybe this wasn't a bad thing to do tonight."

"You wanted to do this so people would see you diffeentky."

"I also wanted to do this so people would have a good time. That I felt like-whatever it is that's changed these past couple of months-that it's something I coild execute to other people. Show them what's changed; show myself that I can make massive differences now if I want to." His eyes turned over to the couples whos hands were dancing against each other's bodies, the majorty of their attention having very little of anything to do with either of you. "If I managed to achieve something that was actually a vaguely good thing-" His yes turned to you, the allurement that made up his expression something that was both jaded and exhausted and somehow the mostdepthful thing you had seen in the entire night as his head turned over to you with a sway of his head. "-That would mean that something actually has changed. That it can keep changing. And it's not all just a lot of psychological fluff that doesn't mean anything."

Your eyes dimmed into a gentle intimacy of appreciation as you turned so your chest was facing Bojack's; his torubeld eyes eased onto the focus of yours. The warm light that was coming inside as it mied with the blue light of the trahsiness of the party; someone must have flicked on a light ot he living room, eaed out and made a mature warm glow between both of your expressions as your hands eaed across Bojack's palm. It made Bojack feel a thrill in his chest; you could tell just from the sudden awareness of a glint in his eyes as his teeth poked out from his branwy lips, letting out the most graceful tender rasp o surprise that eased out of his lips as he felt your hands graze on his palm.

Thiswas exactly the kind of thrill he wanted. It didn't matter that he didn't recognize everyone; he didn't have to. What mattered was getting the party started, and more importantly-was getting back into your touch. Though Bojack would no doubt never know for sure what he wanted out of the night, if anything, at the very least he certainly had the comfort of knowing the guarantee of the rhythm you had with one another, no matter how isolated or otherwise within the indifferent chaos of what suoruned the both of you. Bojack's eyes darted up to you as he looked at you through the gentle edge of his adorable timid fear; in his eyes that wore his heart on his sleeve in these intimate, soft moments of partnership he had previously thought impossible he could see that you felt much of the same and had the same understanding of intention of how you would make the night something bearable that could make it not only toelrale, but celebrated in an odd way, the same way you did everyday of the bittersweetness known as human existence.. Your eyes were still glistening with that unsatisfied hunger as your hands eased away from where they were being clasped into his palm as they instead found their way by Bojack's lovehandles; after a moment of the muscles on his snout glimmering in a tense unknowing did he let out one of his deep throated and chuckled laughs of amusement, some of his confidence easing back into him as his hands squeezed onto yours.

"Rememver that pain is just life and its story being experienced in a different messaged, and tempaoryily. Even that is a certain kind o beauty, no matter what it feels like, its just life and you being a aprt of it No matter what you lose or what happens to you, you're never really alone, because he universe and the fact that you exist within it is a haormy working with you in and of itself. That's something that can get you through every day and every situation; the fact that anything that happens to you is just yo being a aprt of the evidence of existence, and that's all. Modesty and you reliaiotn that you're just a part of the earth and existence experiencing itself will save you every time."

Bojack's ees glimmered as his snout leaned forward and pressed onto the curves of your face, snout turning down as his hands pressed against your palms while the side of his expression eased across yours.

"That's a little deep for something like trying to fit into an ass fracking for the night." His stout fingertips pressed onto yours firmly, and you felt the warth strike through you as his sout hands eased across your palms. "But ok."

"Lonliness and failure is the majority of any problem. And the bst part is that it comes and goes, no matter what, or at least changes overtime. That's fate and life's forgiveness to the majority." Your lips eased across Bojack's snout as he gave an edge of a chuckle, low and charmed as your lip pressed across his snout. "No matter what the steaks are or what they're dressed up as."

He turned his eyes up, his arms lazily and drunkenly swaying across to the crowd as he ndicated his head over towards the wall beside the stairs with a large line of the couples easing across one another in contmenet as their spouses played with their bodies.

"Is everyone who wants to be here..here?" Bojack's voice called out, clumsily but with a booming loudness well enough over the crowd, his voice clumsy and cracked by with the general idea executed. His eyes winced as his voice caught across the crowd. Not everyone turend to meet his voice, but sevrla of them turned, some of the more carefree stoner men picking up on it as he stepped his wayward stumbling over his feet and snapped his head over his shoulder to the two fo you, waving out his hand soppily as his teeth cracked.

"Totally! Everyone's here, bruh! What are we waiting for, bro?"

He danced his way over towards the rest of the couples, some ladies laughing in their controlled dignified fashion as their eys turned over to the man while he stumbled over his feet to with his own unswayed chuckle, arms flying as he di so. He pumped his fist in the air as he made his way into the crowd, that sat by the stairs, several men following him just as choaticlaly thrown toegtehr as the rest, what must have been their wives with their broken jewelrly and their ripped dresses and happily strewn together pears and deterred eyes pasing by their amused faces and smeared lips as they followd them down the stairs from behind. The hippo woman turned her stout body over to the crowd with a chubby hand on her hip while her eyes turned over to the crowd, a familiar look of mischievous adventure in her eyes. You found yourself tringt o find the same sentiment fo fmaialirty as your eyes eased across the space for the lemur women's wife and her short cut hair and the cloudy eternal look of her eyes; your search awas fruttlesss, and a part of you was rleeievd that it was something you were only ding subconsciously.

If you were being honest with your own inner cynicism, you were surprised at some of the people that had shown up; some of them were dressed in an especially diginfed and even committed fashion, and their actions throughout the night from what you had been able to catch in your eyes had been one of seeing the marks of the people as their bodies and their itniamcies had flwon by your blurry vision; commitment of hands only on one another's wasists and a certain fullness in their eyes.. Though you were far from someone who was hyper fmaialir with the general expectation or the usually oversimplified stereotypes of people of what people were like in Hollywood, you knew that Bojack's cynicism wasn't just a projection of his own personal failure, and in its own strange twist of an ironic fashion, somehow it was sadder to see the committed couples as their bodies staye dfirmly focused on one anoter rather than the aimless people. There was a knowing that part of it came from your own inseucity of a lifetime of isolation, both for you and for Bojack. Your eyes snapped over to Bojack's eyes now and then, as if the impossible expectation that he would somehow be able to have the same thread of prepcetion and take away from the night; you knew that to some extent, he more than likely did, but for now his eyes were only enlightened din the attempt of being carefree as his eyes darted across the crowd, his eyes flashing between something that was apologetic and uncertain and pressing up into that wanted carefree nature he would have otherwise.

The couples who were more served stayed more inside of the open doors rather than coming out were poking their heads out of the open door in their cusiotry every now and then., the ones that were more drunk and adventrous settling hapily for easing their bodies agaisnt their partners as they watched the people dance themselves out of the row of the ones who were entirely gone and more than likely had noting to lose.

Bojack breathed in a sigh in the middle of the people that were starting to readjust their half naked bodies outside, cleslry ready for another event that would be even more trashy and impsilve than the one before it the first and only thing Bojack had ever really known. His psalm scratcehd across his neck as his eyes turned to you, wet and reflective agains the wamr light as his eyes winced while you turned your expression to meet his.

"Look, honey, if you're uncomfortable with anywhere this goes tonight. Yo don't-have to, obviously."

You laughed, gently, but with a vague tease as your ees met his insecure ones.

"Baby, you know I've had just as much of a trashy past and lifestyle as much as you ever have."

Bojack's eyes darted up in their own heated confliction. "I know, but-to experiment to this extenent, in front of everyone." He paused a shis worried eyes turned to the crowd. "I know I've asked for a lot by putting everything we have out here tonight, and I just want to make sure that you feel like you're not putting yourself or some sanity on the line for the sake of meeting this weird, backasswards idea for what it clearly is, which is one of my very foggy and impsulive ideas. Sickly, maybe, if that's how you want to describe it."

You readjusted as you felt yourself breath in for a pause of a moment; when it came to the precious intimayc you had with Bojack, there was a certain protection and privacy you held as omebody who wouldn't have been into something that was so incredibly experimental and even bordelrne forcing the intmacy of what felt like a narrative only meant to be shared between the both of you that would have been projected out onto the crowd; in some ways, in those secret intiamtes and loving natures you had between one another, you were quite literally putting down everything you had on display for everyone. But in a way that met with whatevr Bojack's erratic mind came up with, you seemed comfortable with the decision; once you got over the obvious rick Bojakc was puting himself at with something that was already incredibly tender.

"Everyone else is here for a good time."

"Ok, but-are you here for a 'good time'?" His tone was dry as much as it was autehenic in his worry that was tender in a way speficlaly only dedicated to the both of you. You felt a much needed chuckle of contentment leave your lips as you began to walk your way over to the circle that was now forming between the drunk and high half naked adults in front of the stairs, your hand easng across Bojack's as you guided him to sit down next to the other naked adults, all of them talking and murmuring amongst themselves in the circle that was formed in their own impsuliv excitement.

"If I were being honest, I'm much more worried about protecting adn taking care of you. But if this is what you wanted, me caging you isn't protection; it's just a more gradual form of descturion." Your head turned as you watched Bojack's depthful questioning eyes ease across yours as he tripped over his feet ot follow you to the crowd. With a statement that had a finalized conclusion of it if only in the way it was spoken did you speak bluntly;"I'm glad we're doing this."

You heard Bojack let out a sigh, butt here was an acceptence there as much as their was any sense of denial.

"Ok." His hand twisted against your palm, threading against your skin in his wordless agreement. "I hope you're right."

"Come on everyone, come on!"

One of the stoner men that had alarge joint messily placed in his fattned lip began to clang two old empty beer bottles together, looking over his wide see through gplasses as he tripped over his feet past the crowd with his lip jutted out.

"God." Bojack's gruff spoken word eased behind you as he tripped over your feet to follow you, letting out his own occasional wave of his hand casually while a nervous chuckle followed his response to the people surrounding him, offering him a tight lipped flair of their lips as their own sweating bodies and ripped clothes stumbled their way past him. Your hand readjusted against his palm as you gave him a squeeze, tyring to keep his own wayward and insecure focus with you as much as you were able. . You had memorized his insecure eyes and the way his face must have fallen as the inseuicuty took the majority of his mood, but his feet tripping over himself as he gave a gruff breath an followed you towards where the rest of the couples were sitting beside one another at least gave you both a direction of where to go and something to focus on.

You gav your own breathy greeting, nervous as you sat yourself with the people that were surrounding the middle part of the party. The smoke of both the cigarettes and the smog of the weed was surorunding the majprty of the air enoigh that you could hear the congested voice of Bojakc coughed as he eased his body down beside you, your hand still squeezing by his wrist as you began to sit yourself beside the party.

Your eyes turned over to the other adults on the other side of the circle, most of them chuckling all the while as they started to readjust their bodies neck to one another, most of them either bare of with ripped clothes as they talked between each other. The stronger man who had called out excitedly began to as ehis hips down onto the circle ebside him, leading his body back as he indicated his head into a gesture that was meant to be something close to encouraging as his head snapped over to Bojack. Bojack was easing his body down beside you, eyes wet and insecure as ears lowered back while that nervous timid look you had known would have eased across his face flashed across his expression, eyes dim with doubt. Your hand squeezed across his palm again and the depseraiton in his eys tempoauirly pause dinto his tender, almost boyish relief as he gave a timid breath, with his eyes softening as his expression turned to yours.

"Hey, BJ!" The stoner man spoke through the fat cigar that was placed catioulsy and sloppily in his lips as he indicated his ehad upward. Bojack's eyes widned for a brief moment, then dimmed as that dry exasperation of his denfese took his expression. "Why don't you show us why your invitation was worth all of this bullshit and party tonight and lets see what we got, huh?"

Bojack chcukeld nervously, the uncerinity easing into his eyes and the uncertain flash of his teeth. His words were accompiyend by an awkward chuckle.

"Ok, buddy. Sure thing."

"I'm sure he does have a party or some event planned tonight." The hippo woman was bouldering her way over to the people as they sat in their circle, their own hazed and happily fogged over and well stimulated eyes with the outward stimulants of their days grazing over their expressions as fogged laughs eased over to the flitaitus serenity in her smoothing voice as she sat beside Bojack. Bojack, for all of his plump stomtahc and the delicacy of his modled and pathetic soft arms and the equally helpless look in his eyes, turned his head over to her as she eased her siginfianly large body beside him, her fliatrious eyes easing across him in her own amused ease against her fluttering eyes as it crossed over his body. "You wound't take anyone over here for a bad time. You have a better reputation than that." Her chubby hand tried to reach outt o caress across Bojack's shoulder, and he flinched as he felt the flirtatious caress of her body against his; he gave another awkward chuckle that he was talented well enough at hidining his genuine unformotabiltiy. Your head snapped over to the woman; her eys were more red than they had bee n previously, and it was clear that she had taken a hit.

"Take it easy, ok?" Your voice was snapped and jaded, and the hippo woman coughed in amused as her large smile raised up across the gray expanse of her snout, eyes fluttering against her heated expression as her eyes met to yours.

"As if Bojack hasn't made it clear that his body is for the taken in the past." Her hand tried to ease across Bojack's shoulder again; the dim flair of his eys only dimmed as his eyes snapped over to her hand while he flicnhed away with the slight suggestion of ownership over his own body, but not nearly enough to make the claim of it.

"Yes, that was a subconscious message I didn't even realize I was making. Years ago" His shoulder snapped away from her hand, his eyes heated into a sight as he watched her. The hippo women chuckled, too detached in her own lack of senses from the weed to do anything but humor herself with his jaded edge.

"Honey, you don't have to put up with this." Your hand eased across Bojack's shoulder, and the insecurity in his eyes as the dim cramp of his snout eased across his expression as his timid eyes snapped back to your hand.

The hippo wiman shrugged, her eyes guided into a light as her eys fluttered away from the both of you as she readjusted her body, easing herself upward as her head titled forward.

"Was just trying to make sure that everyone was cool and ready to have a good time." Her eyes snapped back over to Bojack. "We are going to have a good time, right?"

"What, because everything else that's happening so far hasn't been something that you can put in your record book?"

The hippo woman laiugehd shirrly, her large head easing up as her other hand made itself visible with the movement, cigarette dangling between her fingertips hat reeked of weed that gave away her posure.

"There is is! That's out guy!" The stronger flicked his cigarette forward and onto the floor, the burning smell of weed imploding into a further expanse of the reeking smell of it as he snapped his hand forward. He sniffed as his eyes turned between the two of you. "We're going to show each other some moves now or what?"

Bojack pauased, and you could tell from th vague exasperation and the tint of insecurity in his eys both disappointment towards his existence as well as a fraught of defiance and dryness in his eys at the energy that syrrounde dhim; but after a moment he rolled his eyes and took a breath, rolling them as he let out a sigh that was inherently more humored as he patted his hand on the ground to encourage the rest of the wandering couples from the inside of the party to sit down in a circle.

"Sure. The great hangover drunk and drug party, with everyone's little tricks and ideas about how this is supposed to go-starting now. As long as everyone is here and is ready to start rolling."

His natural leadership took over the majority of the scene, and in only a couple of seconds the rest of the wandering and the smeared distraught partners that were clung onto one another began to make their way over to the circle of what remained of the rest of the spots of it, each couple and general individual body that was raised across them fraught with ripped clothes and torn edged eyes but of an ecitemedn that spoke of a certain sunset orange lit light that was vaguely expanded from the nosgitlia of the rest of the expanse of the buildings that eased away from Bojack's front patio.

The couples and their mumerbing towards one another begant to dim into an agreed gentleness of murmuring between one another as they sat down next to each partner, some completely naked to the point where their prviates were showing entirely. You yourself and your vision was too blurred along with your foggy enses to take note or to paritlaury care. As the rest of the couples that had graduated away from the inside of the glasses and bottle smashing that still made up the fogginess of the inside of Bojack's mansion, the trahsyiness of the people's movements te very execution of the misunderstanding of the man and the natural quiet and sophistication that made up his considerate and thoughtful form when it wasn't having that desperately thrown narcissism and the playing into the idea of who Bojack thought he should be,.

"Ok-everyone just-form a line or whatever. Whatever it is that makes you comfortable to want to smash in a way that feels 'exciitng', or whatever similar category you want to call it tonight." Bojack's already dark and deep alond eyes swayed back as his barley present drunken worn face rocked across his hisp as he drunkenly waved hs wrist in front of him. His body swayed as a drunken wave ovvertook his sense for an especially intense moment, and your hand made a point to ease across his back to catch him from falling over. The emptiness of his own delocated eyes swayed back, and with an abrupt sudden jolt of his senses did he come backt o himself for a moment as he felt your hand ease across his skin.

The couples were finishing sitting down, glasses being finished off with a sudden ducking back of their heads and the glasses snapped and poured onto the ground carelessly.

"Must be nice to have something to put your arms around now, BJ." One man called out as he eased his body down aroudnt the circle, his own arm dressed around the woman beside him that was far from coherent as she tumbled out her own drunken barley coherent presence. "She ok with you having a little ball of experience tonight?"

Bojack patted his lip together ad a drunken rapsyed grumble left his lips. You tried to get yourself up, if only to ease away the tension for a moment, but before you could completely get yourself up, Bojack wrapped his arms around your waist and swayed your sideways and back down to sit beside him.

"Why don't we focus on where we do want to put the trash tonight. That sounds like a much more flattering version of what tonight is, or should be, more than anything else. Sound good, rollerblade?"

"Rollarblades!" The man chuckled through his fat lip as he eased his hand further agaisnt the drunken women's hip, snapping her downward as he began to raise his body against he crowd. "You must know me, BJ."

"No, I actually don't And I'm too drunk and high and off horomones right now to do anything about it but tell the truth even more than I would already want to anyway-so let's get past the stumbling talk and get to the reason while we're all here." He came back into his more party centered and cocky self as his expression flashed intoa determined glint, mouth raised into a cocky grin. He snapped his wrist down in front of him, eyebrows rasued up with his mouth smeared aross his own cockiness. "To blow some fucking ass!"

There was some chcukling that came from the crowd, both of animal and human alike and every person sseeming charmed by Bojack's sudden booming confidence. His eyes and the smile that eased across his mouth raised into a tender appreciation for a moment that almost would have rendered the supericialy cockiness that had laid on his expression only a second ago to a soft appreciation.

You felt that strike of inner warmth inside your chest as his arm lazily wrapped around your shoulders as your flew her eyes around the crowd that was readjauint into an accepting bonding harmony for what was coming up ahead. You took in the feeling of everyone being on the same page, a guidance of warmth and agreement between everyone as a fellowship began to form, and as your eys turned over to Bojack and looked over at the soft relief in his eyes, as you recongizned the relief in his expresiosn that for once, tonight something had occurred and had happened differently, rather than the sffoucatig bounds of how things were and always would be previously being the sickening tired narrative of his life how how things were and o who he was. No matter what else was true, there was a relief in how things were turning our tonight; and no matter what tomorrow brought.

You felt your own release as you felt yourself becoming part of the bond, your body readjusting against the back of Bojack's palm as you felt something lifted off of your mood-and then felt a laugh and a smile grace your features as you fell into that natural routine that you and Bojack shared that gave you an inherent strength away from the rest of the chaos of whatevr happened around you that occupied the action of him gently cradling you in his lap-or in this case, at least close to it, your thighs grazing across his plush legs as your body pressed closer to his because of his hand pulling you in.

"You gusy want action. Everything that happened in there was just practice. Free trail. You still have a load of shit to see tonight."

He was laughing with that same tone taht spoke that his intention was to play along with the enocurgaing, flashy and superficial and barely present eyes of the bemused people around him, and it occurred to you for a flash of a moment that he may have wanted this tonight; that forcing people to be under a foggy detachment was his only way of believing this could have gone well tonight.

He pressed his lips against your cheek, gently pressing his hands up against the bottom of your bare feet as he gently caressed them with his palm hands. There was a softness and an apology in his eyes thats poke that he was worried aout your comfortbaility, in that noble lover's consideration he had that had gone uncoticed by every partner his entire life; you felt your head turn as your hand pressed on his palm while you whispered a gentle reassurance of, "it's alright."

You took your other arm and wrapped it around his two stout thighs that were now placed around your wasit, his vulnerable body turning towards yours a shis ears flicked back while he watched you in desperate hope for you to follow. He could be so sweet at times, not to mention a breathtaking, incredible romantic- most especially in the most intense situations, such as now.

It took him a moment to lift his fingers away from the parts of your skin that were slick with sweat still enough that it made it hard to get a griphold on, despite the breeze from the outside that was already wahsing away the maorty of the intense welcome intimacy and the signature bond between the two of you. His hand kept caressing, traveling from your still slick chest and down to your breasts, ears still lowered as if there was some physical crime commited; the way he touched you in your intimacy with one another was of only the most gentle consideration, touching you ike glass, and showing off his genuine sense of conenrn and the way he wanted to cradle you; how he was when he knew something was precious, which, for someone as insightful as Bojack, was almost impossible for him not to be aware of the few times the random passing cruelty of the world gave him a chance for something other than cold.

His hand did eventually find and fondle your breasts, his eyes darted with as a spologteic as much as his ears and the timid gentle pout on his lips as his tender eyes ease dacross your own limp expression and pouted lips. Several flirtatious whistles came from the crowd.

It took him even longer for him to take his kiss away from your cheek, but after a moment did he look up from your skin, his eyes that were as breathtaking as much as they were bewildering taking to a slight determined lowering of his eyebrows as his hard flair gazed at the crowd around him.

"So, you guys all know what we're here for, right?" His eyes were both tender but apologetic and wander as his almond dark pupils eased across the sea of eyes of naked and anticipating adults. There was general murmur of agreement amongst the people that was surrounding him, the stoners and some of the more durken woman letting out their soppy and loud expansion of their foggy encourgamenet, and Bojack only became even more eager at that small invitation to do what he wanted as he gave another laugh; this one more genuine, rather than having any apology to it.

"Alright! Glad we're on the same page, then."

His voice already had become cheery, or at least as much as the always worried or guarded or pessimistic soft romantic Bojak could be, as he gazed around him. His hand eased across your hips, pulling you forward and further onto his palms as he pressed you further to him as you gave a sudden jolt of a laugh. You let out a breathy amusement as you felt your body jolted forward, and as Bojack's eyebrows lowered as he turned his heated and party laden expression over to you, eyes dimmed and tender as his eyes eased across your expression as he looked at you for a moment with a question that was easily transferred between the both of you that was instantly understood.

"It's alright." Your breath eased across Bojack's expression as his teeth eased out into an awkward expression of confidence for a moment as his eyes darted across yours. "I want to do this as much as you."

Bojack's eyes eased into a firm reassurance that rose into his eyes with excitement, and there was an ease of awkwardness to his snout as he closed his eyes for a moment, easing his snout across your face as he turned his head to the crowd; there was a turn of his head over to the crowd as he eased his head over to the people as his smile raised up into a grin. There was a fire in his expression now as it raised into the light of his eyes, and a cocky smash of his mouth eased forward as he gave a cocky flair of his flashed smile.

"Alright-all of us-banging our wives in front of one another! And whoever has the hottest sex, or gets the most people turned on, gets the best prize. Sound good?"

"Prize!" A woman who had her body eased across the man beside her as she turned her head back, her lips smeared with her lipstick as it turned across her skin. 'What the hell is that?"

"Good question!" Bojack was getting his energy now, though there was still a tint of his occasional nervousness that revealed himself through the twitch of the nerves of his face as he gave a chuckle. "The prize is that you get a chance to do something that's amazon at a gut that can give you a name! And not be a total loser at this party. What could be better in a city like this?"

Bojack's more experimental, playful and theatrical nature was taking over. His ears splayed as there was little to any reception to the crowd as his expression turned over to the crowd; and when there was little to any reception of the people except for a detachment from the party and the couples intertiwning further into their intimacy and messy hungover mannerisms, he only gave another clumsy chuckle to break u the awkwardness. He let out a laugh of a cocky amusement as he looked at the slightly unsatisfied faces and around him. "Ok, it's not a permanent prize. But you got your goddamn photos o the night, and it's been a pretty eventful night. Let's just enjoy being around one another and having the most banging hot sex we can for the night and take advantage of this city's way of doing whatever the hell happens. What could be better?"

There was a pause, some awkward chucking coming from the couples as they turned their head over to Bojack's narrative as he chuckled nervously. Your hands threaded across the back of his mane as your fingertips eased across his neck in reassurance. There was sine awkward laughter, none necessarily considered something agreeing with Bojack's attempted energy of brining you both back to the centerment of the two of you, but after a moment did one of the stoner's with their bodies laden across the woman shrug his shoulders and give him a small smile of encouragement.

"Hell, if this wasn't fun for what it was, I wouldn't be here, but sure, this seems like a blastfor what it is." He waved his burning joint over to the rest of the crowd as his hand waved in front of him, the rest turning to meet the wave of his hand as he raised up the energy more than Bojack's attempt at raising it up in his clumsy attempt; there was a confidence to his voice, but it was wavering in his tone.

"Long as we all get a grappling of our asses of what we want tonight, I don't see any problem." He turned his head over to his woman as his hand gripped her ass and threw her beside his chest; the woman only gave a laugh as her head titled over to his body. Several of the other couples were already starting to easing their bodies agasint one another in a mumered agreemnt as the laughter of the circle began to thread into intimacy between one another, legs raised up and messy champagne glasses turned against their palms.

"Exactly." Bojack's voice was softer, more drowned out as his eyes were lowered into something more tender while his eyebrows raised down, lip curved up. His head turned back to you, his breath giving a restart of his lips as the softness of his eyes eased back onto your own, expression gentle as much as it was uncertain as his eyes delcialtley pressed across yours. There was the slightest suggestion inside your eyes that was instantly reflected in his own-it was clear you were both ready to raise into your itntimayc for the night, and your hips rpessed further ont eh soft bulge of his curved stomach as he eased himself across your hips. The soft, gentle hint of Bojack's smile spread further on his face along with the tenderness of his expression that was buried in his shyness- that same smile that you had seen in his eyes whenever his body was rested across the mattress in the middle of the night, sheets enwrapped against each other's bodies as you had done simple things to bring his mind back to his body, his body curving and testing across the sheets while he had looked up at you with the tender glsitneing of his rih eyes in the middle of the night; or when he got an opportunity to offer you the smallest pleasures that amade him, for a moment, feel as if he was capable of doing and giving you something that was as natural as a loving as much as anything he had ever raved to give; the smallness of taking in a coffee cup to you while you were sitting in bed, his expression as tender as it was soft as he nudged his way from inside the door, the placement of his warm palms pressing on your hand as he sat dwon on the curve of the mattress, the soft easie of his lip as he eased his snout forward and pressed on your mouth, the gentle rasp of the taste of his own coffee from he tint of the melcholchy early morning and the red orange of the wleocming to another day of walls that were becoming more dressed into something that was something of ancient and long waited genre of emotion rather than the emptiness of what he had previously thought permanent.

"This is for you and me. This is what you wanted-" Your hand turned up and eased across his palm as your fingertips squeezed across his palm, threading against it as his eyes turned up into a signature softness as he felt your palm ease across his hand. "-We both need to give that to one another. This is ours, in whatever way we want it."

His ears splayed as he eased his expression across the crowd. His eyes darted in thought, his expression turning up as his expression eased down across your eyes, teeth poked.

"It would be easier without every single person that could possibly conceive of thought turning their eyes to us every now and then."

"They seem to get the idea." Your eyes turned to the crowd as you indicated your head to the people; the majority of them were already occupied with their mouths easing across one another and heads titled back with eyes closed.

"Great." His voice pipped up, hard eyes threading across to your expression as a vaguely heated lust overcame his eyes. He leaned his neck forward, lips raising across your mouth as his eyelids lowered into a drunken contenement. "Better way to try and make the most of this, right?" His lips were pressed further on your mouth, rasp of his mouth easing across your lip while his somber voice eased across your mouth. "Probably the last bit of quiet we'll get tonight."

You felt your own satisfaction in kind-his enthusiasm was contagious once he allowed himself to believe in it.

"I'm sorry if this is weird. If I'm too might or too back and forth tonight." His voice was somber, eased into a timid nature as his snout pressed across your face.

"Everything you are only makes me love you more. You don't have to apologize." His eyes eased across yours as his teeth poked, a protest clearly meant to be leaving his lips as your hands pressed across his cheek. "Every flaw, challenge; it just reminds me that you're you, and everything that you are, no matter what it is, is something that I ca' help but be drawn to and want to love even further. You know that." There was almost a vague sterness to your tenderness, enough that it made Bojack's head titled down as he watched you with a dim ease of his tender eyes, and then a raise of his lip into acceptance as his head titled across your hand.

"Ok." His hands pressed further onto your hips, his member teasing across your thighs as he pulled himself on top of your body. His voice was earnest, gentle, soft. "I'll try to remember that."

"Wait." A woman mumbled out her voice as her head turned to the side, lipstick smeared across her face a s the stoner beside her snapped her head away from the intimacy of the man's lips for a moment, his mouth settling for pressing across her neck as she winced. "We gotta make sure that we stay focused on everyone here, right?"

"Oh." Bojack's lips raised away from your mouth, and his eyes winced as he snapped his head towards the women. "Well-"

"We gotta! It ain't anything special with judging or anything else besides unless we make sure that everyone is doing moves that are worth being her for." The man beside a woman with her hair splayed out snapped his hand across her rear. "We could get as anytime we wanted in whatever way he wanted at any moment-we're here to make sure we can come up with something fire for our own cameras!" He snapped his arm over to where Bojack'splush body was wrapepd against yours, your hips against his thighs and his hands pressed on your body as he pushed you inward against his skin, "AIn't that right, Bojack? Why don't you and your wifey prize try to show us some moves while you dance around for us?"

"Right." The spell of your reassurance began to dim as Bojack eased himself on his thighs, ears flicked back as his eyes dimmed as his expression eased across the crowd. He waved up a hand, ears snapped down as his eyes threaded across the crowd where several couples were now turning to where Bojack's uncertainty was eased across the pout on his lip. "Now just-we're all gonna take turns, ok?"

His energy changed as he turned his eyes back to you, his erratic energy turning into something that was nothing less than worried but romantic as he gazed over at you in a question of what to do next. The eagerness was presented in his breath as he flew his eyes down towards your hips as you readjusted your own body to meet his upright one, his hands eased across his lip as he gave you an uncertain pout of his lip.

"Go on, sweetheart." Your body eased forward towards him, your ehad titled up for Bojakc to use in whatever physical way he wanted; the pout on his features increased as he titled his hed back for a moment, overtaken by your suggestion as his eyes darted tot he crowd. "Do whatever you want with me. You know that we're one another's-and for one night, at least, you can try to show everyone else what that means."

Bojack's teeth poked out, and his eyes darted over to the watching crowd as the couples of the previously occupied people turned their heads to the both of you. Bojack pressed his lip together as his uncertain eys turned to you, his hand reahcing out delicately, uncertainty, as he raised out a hadn and gently traced one finger under you chin. You nodded as you met het his tender uncertain eyes, easing across your expreson as his expression met your own, then settled for his eys turning down as his fingertip grazed across your lips.

"So." Bojack spoke with a slight distraction; it was clear from the vulenrbaility in his expresson that he was trying his best to keep that same party leader voice that he had only a second before-and yet it was almost impossible as his inherent desire and romanticism overtook him, right along with his inseuirty, the two going hand in hand in his uncertainty. He chuckled as he lost some of his confidence, finger easing lazily across your chin as his uncertain eyes turend to the crowd. ""Who wants to go first?"

He tried to take his eyes away from you so that he could properly look around, but he found his eyes were practically glued onto you as his nervous expression kept naturally darting over to you to find peace; you smiled a thim eevry time his soft eyes met yours, knowing the answer already as you gazed at him with that tender sort of encouragement.

"Oh, come on, Bj, you don't have to be like that!" One man spewed out hs voice as it cracked and raised across the air. There was a blindign flash of the phone that was lazily dnagled in the man's hand, the white flash of it intense enough that it caused Bojack's eyes to dilate into a vague panic for a moment as the muscles on his face tensed. "Don't keep up your end of the deal and you're going to end up being the biggest goddamn loser at your own suggested party, you know that?"

Bjack swallowed as he looked down at you again, clearly trying to find his own relief as much as he was able as his expression eased your body. Your hand reached out and pressed across his wrist, his pouted lip easing across his expression as his head titled upward as he felt your hand ease across his wrist in insistence, pulling him forward as your eys softened into your own attempt at gorudnig him. You smiled as he pressed his forehead against your own as you pulled him inward, your hand pressing on his wrists in instience, feeding into the idea that you both wanted to do this, rather than having it be of anything that wad forced.

"Seems like you two want to be the first to go, Bojack. You should show us what you're coabale of that it would make it worth everything that happened tonight."

"Worth everything that happened?" Bojack's head snapped away from your face as his head eased aross the crowd. "Not the deaht. I didn't mean for that. No one did."

His voice was trembling, a clear tone of panic within it.

"Sweetheart, that's not our direct responsibility. It's just something that happened." Your hand eased across his mane, his eyes protruded as the worry of them snapped over to the casual tease of the couples in front of his own and worried eyes. His eyes flicked by to you for a moment, but only temporarily, pupils turning down in his almond dark uncerinity as the muscles on his face eased into uncerinantly and pain.

"Yeah, but-"

"Aw, don't be like that, big guy!" One of the stoners let out an amused and chuckled rasp, raising out into the air; There was an abrupt interruption in the bleak uncerinity of Bojack's eyes as he snapped his head to the crowd, ears lowered back as his cheek leaned against your hand in attempt of reassurance. "We were just messin' around. People like this in Hollywood, we know what to expect at all hours. We were just trying to mess and fight around a bit, keep the fire riled up."

"Well, you've definitely kept it riled. Why don't you keep pushing the log against the fire and see what that does next time. It'll make the desperation for entertainment tonight even more obvious."

The edge to his voice empahized his announce, the crowd chucking into an uncomfortable but ultimately amused response as their voices threaded into the air along wth the stoner's smoke and the woman's alcohol and their heated breaths of mocking.

"Honey." You tried to guide Bojack back over to your focus, but his eyes were complicated in their own annoyed melhcolcy towards the crowd, ears flicked back.

"You promised us a show." One of the woman raised up her thin eyebrows as she cocked her head at Bojack with a heat of flitarius challenge, her hips easing across the man underneath her, the both of them with their eyes fully flared up with the red that was relfectd in theem. Her body swayed, stumbling and unceven enough that it showd off her hips as well as how unhinged she was in her head from the amount of stimulatins, much like the majorty around everyone in the crowd. Bojack's eyes widend vaguely as his expression eased into surprise as eyes wiedned, though there was a look of accepted complacency in his eyes as he turned his eyes downward in conflicted thought. "We're going to have to make our own fun if you can't keep up your end of the promise."

"And you know what trouble looks like-the way it works and twists its victims in whatver wat it feels like. Espiclaly the ones who are trapped in the boredom the most and want to try to make it easier." A gruff laugh came from a man, the majority of his beard dribbled with the liquor dripping from his drinking.

Bojack breathed in, ears flicked back as his distant eyes turned back up to the crowd. His eyes winced as his expresson eased back up to your chin, threading against it with a caress o his fingers as his touch eased across the bottom of your chin. You didn't waver in your sotic look of your eys as you met his expression and the wet of his uncerinity, the muscles on his face tense as his eyes eased across your stoic expression, your stone response your own personal promise that he could, in fact, do whatever he wanted with you tonight.

"Ok, well-we just need a minute to figure out how to make it as…attractive as much as possible." His ears splayed back as his eys winced up, aware of te awkward execution and the clear uncertainty of how he spoke. His eys darted back to the inquiring people. "If that's what any of you wanted?"

You found your eyes turned to the crowd on impulse, if only to gather for what people were gathering in their energy and response to Bojack's uncertainty. You felt your attention and your vague foggy interest turn to a cold shock of focus as you noticed the same fmaialir bop of the women's hair you had talked to previously walking her way behind the crowd; her foggy piercing eyes turned as they flashed across your expression for a moment, as if by chance or on impulse as the foggy piercing of her eyes snapped over through the rest of the muddy munsanity o f the people. Her sharp cheekbones and the piercing look of her challenging eyes snapped back to where she was going to sit behind the majority of the rest of the crowd as the people continued to murmur against one another with their deciding of how to approach what was in front of them and how to play with Bojack's easily deterred emotions. Behind her, slightly harder to keep focus on but seeing the bop of his head as the grey stripped fur of the lemur followed behind her, ears sticking out, did he begin to follow the woman behind, his hands presse dinto hers and his walk giving away a sense of confidence.

"Why don't you just show us a move where we can get as much ridiculousness and physical craziness as much as possible? That'll sell for a cheap damn buck!"

"Put your ass over here s we can get really into the dirt and grit of your ass. We want to make sure that all the talk of this goes somewhere after tonight!"

Bojack's ears lowered back, a sickliness easing into his eyes.

"Ok, guys-"

"Make sure that we really get every movement of you and your wife. We came here for names! We got one death, let's see what else we can come up with tonight!"

"I invited you here so you could try to be less trashy about the way my wfe and I are. Not more."

Bojack's voice cracked as his voice raised in his frustration, leaning his body forward as a pout eased across his lip. You tried to keep your hands pressed onto his mane to keep your hands threaded across his senses and try to ground him, but his annoyance was taking the majority of his contro.

"Why don't we just see whatever it is that his wife thought was a good idea for the night?"

The mature, dignified voice raised into the air with a certain respect and genre that meet well against Bojack and your own intentions, and you know who the low toned and the respectful mature voice belonged to before you even had your eyes set onto hers; your expression snapped back over to where you could see the woman with the clouded eyes turning over to you for a moment, the fogginess in her eys giving away to someone far less achieevable and far more compelling than any stimulant being experienced that night. There was an authentic connection and understanding of settling between the both of you as her head turned, focusing on your quesining eyes as her expression landed and met across your expression. "She seems like the kind of woman that only follows good ideas."

"That woman?" One of the men laughed, his voice cackled as he took another sloppy swing of his drink, turning his head back with a deep throated and jaded gruff laugh. "Boring."

"Almost as boring as much as you're disguting!" Bojack 's impatience reached its full extent of impatience as his head snapped forward. You tried to keep your hands on his shoulder and behind his neck, but the imapteicne and anger in his eyes took the forefront of his control.

"Ey! Don't start calling some of us names." A short goat kicked his feet. "Just because a lot of us seem less fancily dressed or have less riches or style and maybe smell a big bad don't give you the right to start spewing out insults at any of us."

"Your the ones that are tyring to get the hosts to give you want you want by throwing out trashy suggestions and being rude!" Bojack waved his hand in front of him, full impatience in his eyes as he waved his hand drunekly in front of him.

"There's no such thing as either gross, or boring, or any person being one thing verses another. That only comes front he flawed perception and the equally flawed ability to be able to have the gradually changing and chipping away known as maturity or the cnaging or prespective. If Bojakc looks at you and sees the dirtiness of how poor or how gross some of you might be to him, then that just as well extends towards the rest of his perspective he might perceive and change eventually if he were to see every part of your humanities that may eventually change it. Same thing for the ays you might feel disgusted towards Bojakc and his wife's end about how they are."

The woman's voice spoke with a humble humanity that spoke of nothing special, and her defnese barely rose among the otherwise copletlely occupied conversations of the people and the context of how they spoke to one another, butt here was a silnce as she spoke, a physcial opening up for the ay her voice eased into the crowd.

"I've ben hearin' a lot lately and Bojack and his wife. Somethings about something people wanna see, say they share something people feel like can't get. What's that, banging ass? Because we're all doin' that easy as breathing tonight!"

The man who spoke with his slurred tone was turning his dim and sullen eyes to a beer bottle that he titled in front of his eys turning it forward as the fogginess of his eyes eased across the dripping liquor. Bojack, even in his own thick and clar imapteince, opened his mouth to respond, but the woman turned her eys over to Bojack before he could manage a response, and the uncerinity dim eased into Bojack's eyes as his expression turned over to the woman as he watched her with ucneirnity.

"They have a stroy within one another. A specific genre and purpose they wake up to every day, a specific guidance of how they compel one another with an inherent feeling and focus and narrative every day. Without this, the human mind is a victim for chaos, delocatd endless and exhustin possibility of what the mind can come up with. We call crave this peace." She readjusted her body and she sat herself upward, her eys glimmering as she looked in between the both of you with he lips raised into a detached consideration that eased into the contentment, strangely eerie, that compelled in her eyes. "Including me."

"What about you and your husband?" Bojack's body swayed, question easing into his eyes as you began to release your grip against his mane, threading your hands back down as your hands rested on his shoulder.

She titled her head to the side, a slight change in her body that almost seemd her voice came oit confidence and unwavering as she poke, with a tone as even as much as it was someone tat knew themselves and was confidence within it; "We're always willing to learn."

There was a softness, something almost spoken the secrecy, in her tone, and there was the vague suggestion of sadness in it to the way she spoke. It was enough to make Bojack's ears ease down as he heard her words. His eys turned back down to your hands again, doubt still thick in his eyes as he reasjuted his fingers against your palms.

The woman's voicegentle melody of a voice trialed through the air in a soft suggestion. She was sitting with both of her legs pressed neatly in front of her, surprisingly elegant even in her public naked form; her husband beside her sat with his own gray fur eased across him and showing off his privates beside her, large illimipus eyes that had made Bojack feel that shred of abrasive fear earlier turning into that strange illimencsence that caused him to feel that odd melcolhlic warning earlier. . A few eyes looked over at her as she spoke, a silent question in the air of why her voice caused there to be a stillness in the air that was impossible to be present otherwise within the chaos of what made up the determined trashiness of the people that surrounded them; but no one said anything more with any pariulay large protest as her voice seemed to settle a certain kind of mood of permeance in the air as her voice turned the tone and general disposition of the people into something that was of a patience and something as dsitllled as much as the bittersweet nostgailia of the hue that made up the Los Angeles sky and the orange settlement behind the builinds as the orage eased across the city. Her confidence seemd to only increased along with the increased silence, and you found your eyes turning up to the sky in front of you wandering eyes for a moment, easign across the dark orange space of the superficial light that eased across your wandering expression as you felt the stoic greeting of the orange light and the strange surreality of the quiet greeting of the sky that you had always felt most especially from the city easing back into your wondering eyes for a momentum.

Bojakc seemd to be picking up on the silent encouragement and of the specific lnaaguge that she spoke compellingly enough that people found themselves following, whether they meant o or even wanted to or not, ears splayed back as he took a breath, darting his eys over to his hands that were now turning across your palms and going to settle across your hips. His eys darted over to the compelling hollowing of her own encouraging expression as she gave him a nod, her own clouded and stoic burning blue eys turning between the both of you with her eyes glinting encouragingly.

"Yes. Thank you." There was a vague suggestionof the doubt easing across Bojack's face, though no one would have been able to tell considering how naturally graceful his voice spoke out for. He swallowed dickly as he bit down on his words, completely caught off guard and almost rendered speechless now that all eyes were literally on the two of you.

"It's alright. This is what you ant. Make love to me and let them feel what you want them to. Make theme change ther mind about the kind of man you are."

Bojack shot his eyes towards you and gave you a questioning sort of look, a vague complicate compact look of chaos in his eyes that was increadin with his easily determined nature as his eyes snapped up to you, his own doubt and easily swayed nature now turning further into his doubt now that the event was maturning further into a genuine event. It had already been about an hour since your bodies had threaded and turned agaisnt one another, but outside, with a new sense of something to pove; at least as far as Bojakc saw it, was there a new sense of leverage and risk to it.

"What does it matter?" His voice was as handsome as it was cynical as his hard eyes turend upt o you. "All I'm doing is being another selfish guy this worried about his reputation."

"Now you're worrying about that?"

"Oh, no, I was always thinking it, and I was thinking it before I even started this whole goddamn mess." His hands eased down as his palms caressed across your hips, and you felt yoru senses coming to the forefront of your skin as you breathed in deep as allowed your body to readjust against his palms. "I'm just now saying it now that its becoming so obvious and now that people are also playing along; which I knew they would eventually, just not to this extent. Or maybe I did and that's part of the reason why I'm disappointed that they would play alone with my richly endowed insecurity and that they would encourage it and make it even more. And also that I might ned a drink to try and swallow what's happening around here down."

His words were gruff as much as they were somber and cynical, and for a moment did he focus on the tehcncialty of pushing your hips further into his thighs. As his hands settled on your thighs you saw the emotion on his expression pause, and then, after a moment of a soft pause did his eyes turn back up to you, the vulernabiltiy of his expression speaking just as much, if not even more, than any words that would have caused him to beecome entaneged into his own uncertain murkiness. Faceless smirked at him and nodded.

"Why don't we just go for it, see what happens?" Your hands eased away from where they were encased against your palms as yor hand suppressed on his skin, and his eyes widned as he felt your hands reaching forward and threading across his skin gently, finding their proper place across his thighs.

There was vague surprise in Bojack's eys as he blinked at you rapidly, emotion in his expression just as conflicted as much as it was fragile and with an odd numb of stoic uncertainty as his expression eased across yours; until with a breath did he reset as his eyes softened while you felt his body melting across your palms.

"Never saw you as the one who would be taking such confidence for this." His voice was somber, lowered into his own appreciation as the soft heat of his eyes met yours.

"You challenge me to try new parts of myself every day." Your hand graduated away from his thigh, resting across his hand as your palms wrapped around his hand and pulled his palm towards your lip with a kiss. "That's one of the countless tings you do for me without even trying."

"Well, I might have to keep encouraging it." His ears splayed back as his soft eye ceased across your palms, his own vulnerable eyes following yours as he felt your hands caress across his palms. His eyes were softne din his own vulnerable and charming apprecaitve way whenever he was at the full extent of his appreciation as the warmth in his eyes followed the kissing of your lips against his palms. "Keep going."

"I wouldn't know how to stop."

"Yeah." Bojack chuckled quietly, his own tender eyes easing across your palm as he watched your lips press on his knuckles. "Thank god."

It was clear that Bojack didn't know why, but though it was the only thing that Bojack wanted, and the main thing that had caused that excited chiildlike gleam in his eys the past few days, the idea of sharing their intimacy publiclay was possibly the more terrifying thing he had ever done. IThe most precious thing he had ever experience, and, the truth of the matter was, ever would experience and dandling in front o th rest of the pessimistic and sperfifical enemiems of the people that molded his understanding and prepcetion of reality even as he begegd and threw everything he had for even one minute sense of their cheap approval.

But he eased his lips across yours as you turend your head forward and allowed your lips to press on his own, himself letting out a gruff and awkward smoothing agreement of his gruff rasp as his voice eased between the both of the intumac of your lips. His hands pressed on your hips as he pulled you into ane evn further and more profound presceence, and when his eys opened and turned to the crowd, your hands gripped firmly on his mane, causing his own raspy mumble to ease into amusement that was now more tender at its core as his attention turned back to your intimacy, ears lowering downward as his hands eased across your hips while he pulled you in.

"If i gets to be too much, don't you think for a second that you have to keep going with this. We can end this whenever we want."

"Can we?" Bojack's challenging voice eased across your lips in your own mumbled intimacy. "Because it seems to me like these people are the definition of turning any situation that could possibly have the slightest peace of possibility or even belief of it into the biggest crisis or war alive."

"You must have wanted to do this for some reason." Your words were much like your actions as your bodies kept massaging and easing agaisnt one another, bodies turning agaisnt each other as your hands threaded and eased across his plush curve, gradually turning the both of you further to one another as your movements gradually melted across your bodies, a transfer from the cold chaos surrounding the both of you and causing a rtham between bodies and the focus of one another. Your focus centered further on the detail of Bojack and less on the crowd that surrounded both of you, your lips turning across his mouth as you focused on the softness of the heaven that Bojakc guaranteed and gave you; from the gentle ease of hiss otu and nervous hands across your hips despite the clear sense of his own experience, to the slow and clumsy rasp of his voice as he threaded his own intimacy and pleasure of it against your mouth.

"It was a great idea, sure, but I know how this is going to work out. Probably, anyway, and I feel like I'd be an idiot to not know what that looks like and to not expect it to turn out horribly."

His low and somber, naturally romantic voice eased and transferred the words between your mouths as the heat of your breath pressed against one another, his voice somber and the msot romantic and humbly human and thread of transmission you had ever heard. His words were assitning at helping you transfer and focus on one another and each other, a physical transfer away from the rest of the world, as much as anything else was with the physically of your bodies as ou felt your hips and the rocking of the rhythm of your bodies agaisnt the soft curve of his stomatch easing access your body as you threaded your hips aagisnt he plush curve of his skin. You couldn't imagine anyone that was more worthy of havig a aconveration with; of anyone thatw as more of a natural and dginfed and emotionally intelligent partner of having your talks together.

"If you believe it, weather it's true or not, it's the only thing that will feel real to you."

"No, I know. But what I'm saying is something that we're both aware of when it comes to me; that I'm awar eof more than anyone else because I've ben doing this my entire life. I'm the kind of person who became excited about ideas- only to later realize it was the last thing I wanted. Or needed."

"Then why did you go through with this?"

"Because I-" He paused as his imaptent, high tone was tempaiilry interrupted by your lips as your mouth eased across his uncertain words. "I wanted to try and to shake off the insecurity. And it became easier, too, every day, the more we worked on it, the more you encouraged me and told me it was something I could do, instead of just an idea. The way you beleved in me and helped me try something new every day, helped me to actually extend the idea into something that could be something..I don't know. Good, for once. Not something that just rots over time because it gradually gets put more into reality. And I like that you made me bleueve in myefl and that I thought an idea I had, especially concerning what the both f us share, wasn't just an idea but also something were something good could come out of it. I know the core of it is stupid and impsulive-"

He turned as he caught onto several of the flashes coming from the phones of the amused people, his eeys dimmed as he snapped his eyes across to the circle of people. The amjorty had their focus on the two of you, but mostly though the lens of their phoen screens; several had already settled for turning back to their partners as their bodies and intimcy eased across their lips and hips, but for the msot part, the eys were on you both.

"And it is. The same way anything I come up with is. Stupid, a failure, impsulive and reckless and messy-"

Your hand reached out to cup across his cheek, and after a moment did he allow his head to be turned up to your hands as his vulenrbale eyes eased across your, the edge of his abrasive hatred for himself in his tone turning away towards his vulerabiliyy as his eyes eased across yours.

"Butt this does feel nice. What I thought it could be. Something that's soft, and romantic, and meaningful." The curve of his lips gradually began t raise up as it met the softness of his expression, his chek upped into your hand as his voice reached its gentle somber potential as his head titled up to yours. "And that's what I care about tonight. No matter what any oter strange woman or pshilohpies about circles of pain and life and existence come up with-I don't care. You gave me something to protect, something worthwhile to believe that could be protected, instead of allowing me to be a countless number of someone who's just getting wrecked around by the world while it tumbles me around like I have for the majority of my life."

His somber words were as naturally romantic as much as they were authentic, the beauty of the vulerbabilty in his tone matching his centerment of humanity as he met your own own, inviting ventures of eyes. He tried to focus on the undoubtedly satisfied nature he would feel down as soon as he fell into you, and you felt your own satisfaction compelling around you as the warmth of his words pressing into the core of your own humanity.

"I'm glad I could get you to talk. Truly talk. It suits you well."

You granted him a reassuring smile as your lips whispered against Bojack's minute branwy mouth again, his own easy voice eaisng into a wordless agreement though a rasp as he felt your mouth ease across your mouth with a soft mumble of his mouth on yours, Your hands reached out, cradling across his cheek. Your hips leaned forward further as your lips pressed against his with increased intention-her own wordless confirmation that you would guide him through this. The intimacy was becoming secual enough again that you could feel Bojack's member becoming hard under the plush curve of his stomach as your hips pressed further on him, the soft romanticism that guided both of your bodies gradually giving away to something that was more desperate for the desire to be as close with the richest lust that came after love. Bojack let out his clumsy, lovable mumble from his lips even louder if only from the sheer amount of hunger that went through him that he no longer had the desire, or the ability, to say no to.

"Fuck-yeah- okay, we're doing this shit."

You laughed across his mouth as you heard his cracked tone, trahsy words just as charming as his somber thoughtful ones you as breathed with agreement. Bojack pressed his lips further against yours as his hands pulled you into his intimacy, your body shot forwarf agsint the inviantion of his hips until you could feel his member teasing beteen your thighs again. The sounds of the trashy encouragement coming from he crowd with their own cheering ad calls and words of wooing pleasured the air for the both of you. You let out a laugh as your lips started to dance further against each other, right along with the softness of his plush body that would have been rendered as undesirable and pathetic to the majority without your eyes and the heart that had been made to mold around his own specific nuance of a body and genre.

That heat began to manifest itself through your bodies, just as it had in the bedroom only a moment before-just a sit had evry night, and the transfer between separating yourslevs from the sickliness of the rest of the world and the consistent randomness that caused the flawed aimless curelity of it paled in comparsion to the iniamcy you had wth one another and the gorudning it gave the both of you. In that moment, it became as clear as ever why having a parter as strong as the two of you did, and the simple concept of having someone to love, was more thana enough to navigate the world and whatever challenge it threw towards either of you.

The feeling began to manifest entirely between the two of you as you raised up your hands against his own black waves of his mane, tugging on them with soft insistence. You let out a desperate sigh as he threw your back with his own insistent thrust, your body shiveringunderneath his touch as he continued to press his body further against your bruised hips. His hunger expressed itself into his own low rasped sigh as he pressed his chest against your breasts in a way he had been craving since the moment you had pulled apart, and possibly even before, as it wa with the thread of maddening desire that followed both of you in that way that added the fulfillment of meaning in your lives, a theme in existence more deeply craved than the basic categories of whether the experience was good or bad.

So deeply did he crave you that hisd desire for you only increased when you were together and separated; no state could ease that ache. It was easier for you to fall fully into your desires; it was animalistic the way you craved one another, beyond sense or reason, and obliterating whatever 'reason' that was the core of inspiration for Bojack's insecurity that now fell away into pale irrelevancy.

The people and the murmuring chaos began to fall away, and the guidance of a strength between your focus and warmth of one another increased, even with Bojakc's hand trembling, even with the shaky rasp of his breath that gave away a more than conflicted mind. You kept murmuring your quiet and soft promises against his lip as you were eaesd against this mouth, your soft words of reassurneces trying to guide him through the expans eof his own insecurity and the unceirnity that followd along with it.

"You're alright." Your lips whispered out the words as they left your mouth, threading across his snout as you heard the way he let out a broken shake of his breath between your words.

"But what if-it's terrible? Or tomorrow-or it becomes so unbearable after the news breaks out or whatever else and I can't protec you? Or make it any better? Or-me? What if I cna't even make it better for myself? And its just that way the way that its always beem? I dont-" He took ana abrupt breath, uncertain as it threaded out of his lips as you felt him choke vaguely on his words. "I don't know how much more I can handle the strain of being here every day, with these people and the way they are-their cruelty-" He paused as his words were cut off with an abrupt exhaust in his tone as his desperate eys easd across your expression, ears lowered back as his eyes turned up to your body. "I don't feel like it's a choice-the way I'll rspond if it keeps being this way." HIs eyes dialed in front of him, distant and with a protrude of his own maddend exhaust as his eyes eased across your shoulder. "I want to, but I don't know if I can. Like sickness, or somehting that I've alreayd tried to male better for so long-" He paused as his voice cut off again, his desperate and vulenrbale eyes turning back to you, teeth poked out gently as his expression was turned to your eyes, and already was there a vague clarity between the both of you; one of the few things that made sense emotionally as his wet eyes turned up to your own.

"Even terrible headspaces and waking up every day can lead to something new every day."

"What?" His eyes darted across yours, eyes vulnerable in wandering. "What's that?"

"I don't know. That's the point."

Bojack's eyes dimmed heavily. "That's stupid. I can't wake up every dya with a vague philosophy to comfort me. It doesn't' work. It's not enough. These people know that, too, which is why they;re stumbling over their feet with alcohol and whatever else they've managed to cram into their lungs just to forget whatever thread of emotional insanity they came up with the past few days, weeks, months, years of their lives.."

"It gives you the freedom to accept it, to sit with the terribleness for a little while; the fear, and then finally you can start to adjust and feel it clearly for whatever it is that it needs to teach you; and that's always something. We're not in control, but by accepting it, we can try to be evry day a little more. By accepting who and where you are-that's control. And that's a part of the beauty of it; the pain, the feeling of the lack of buaty to it, and the lessons you learn that you wouldn't from it otherwise."

Bojack's eyes darted in thought in front of him, ears lowered as the muscles on his face were tense.

"I know for a fact that the majority of everything I do, believe in, every way I act has always been anextnesion of other people. How they talk, act, think." He winced as he eased his cheek across your hand. "Talk. I can't help but be..taken into it. Until it's all I have I could have had an ok life; the abuse stopped a long time ago, but the people every day. I could only ever have a vague sense of peace if I was away from people, and tried to find this..peace of depression for as long as I was able, even though every philosophy of other people and of who they thought I was and their opinion of me always crushed me and made it impossible to every really feel free, or at peace, or safe; but I could at least try to find some weird minute, mundane peace with whatever I came up with when I was finally alone, but it was never enough compared to what other people put me through, what they told me that I can't help bu be affected by because I'm a part of this, too."

"Try not to worry about it." Your fingertip eased agaisnt the bottom of his lip. His eyes darted up as his expression eased across your eyes, muscles on his face tense in question. "In any way that you can. The best way to be is to just be; the same way the more innocence and simple minded might be in exsitence where they're not troubled by the erotic imulsise of other people like us. Try to be like that; separate, pure, untouched."

His eyes darted down to the feeling of your fingertip across his lip. Though it didn't reach the havy, compact worry of his vulnerable eyes, a vague raise of his smile did tint up as his eyes winced with a vague raise of his puffy eyes.

"It does make senes, you know. The goodness and hope, I mean; the way things can feel or could feel if things were the way they should be. I didn't think it was possible, like goodness and people giving each other something that felt good should be, but-whenever we touch each other, or the soft way yout alk to me. I feel it, the goodness, and its so rich that it makes everything feel better for a while and reminds me that the good and the incredible is just as plausible and just as real as the terriblness that is there most of the time. It's jus that most people hose-" He turned his snout to the crowd in front of him, indicating his head towards the messiness of the crowd with his eyes dimmed and ears lowered. "This. And other equally disappointing substances similar to it. Literally and physically. And everyone feels it, but no one cares or knows how to change it."

Bojack turned his snout across your palm, easing his expression downward as he felt your palms encase across his skin. He eased his body forward and onto your body turnng his hand across your hips as he eased his expression up towards your,s teeth poked and eyes gudning into yours with want of guidance.

"You've been doing so well your entire life."

"Have I?" His eyes eased across your expression while he watched you, bottom of his eyelids winced as his eyes eased across your expression. "Because I feel like I've just been fighting against something I shouldn't have this entire time. Like I've just been sick-and this pathetic last end result of it is the only thing that's left."

"One thing at a time." Your lips pressed on his as you felt him give a rasp of his abrupt breath onto your mouth, ears lowered back as he gave a mumble across your lips, and then a soft ease of his body across your hand. There was a slight readjusemtn of his consideration for a moment, his voice broken out into accepanc as he felt your lips press away from his, and his eyes threading across in awareness of yours while teeth poked out as he allowed his bdyt o be gduied by your own want for one another. Despite the abrasive fear in his eyes, there was a gradual raising of his lip as he expression eased across yours, until a tug of his lip eased across your hand.

"Ok." A small raise of the curve of his lip as it met up against the soft vulenrbaility of his eyes. "I'll try."

He breathed in a shaky acceptance as his body was tuned towards your hand while it gestured across his cheek, pulling him inward as your palm eased across his shoulder. Bojack's eyes turned down as he felt your hand easing across his body, and he turned his focus onto his private eased between your thighs as he allowed tit to tease in between your legs, pushing himself further inward to you as he felt the wamrht of his entrance meet between your legs with the plush of his plump body eased across the curve of your stomach. His hips readjusted as he gave his shaky uncertain breaths, then settled as he pressed the rest of his hips against your thighs under his member was entering yours again, until his clammy skin pressed against the cribs of your body, his plush cushion of a stomach pressing up against the hollow of your torso with a soft guided peace.

He let out an abrupt and soft breath as he eased his snout forward, ears lowered back as he leaned his lips to your neck, turning his head to the side as he leaned himself furthe rot your neck, which you eased to the side to expose to his lips as he turned his way further to your skin. You could feel him trembling in an uncertainty that as he turned his beck to your exposed skin, though your hands only squeezed across his arms to regorund him from whatever choa that as easing and tormnting his mind.

"Whatevr narrative you're believing in right now, just remember that its a narrative." Your voice was easing into a guidance as Bojack's lip presse across the curve of your exposed neck, his own teeth clumsy and adorably poked out from his lip as he eased his mouth across your neck. "It dosen't have any genuine grounding in reality or how you respond to it unless you let it. You do't have to believe in any one specific lifestyle or narrative; you don't have to believe in anything, especially if it only mans that you're leting it control you."

"Yeah." Bojack breathed out the word instead of speaking it, his hands refolding against your skin as his fingers pressed across your arms. His voice was shaky as it threaded out of his mouth, and there was another kiss from his warm lips that caused yourself to shiver at your adoration of his own sickly unceirnity and the clumsy promise of his lips and his intimacy of touch.

His kisses continued to tease and love againt your own red skin that had occurred from earlier inside of the house, the pink of his snout caressing across your neck anf the soft hair caressed against it tickling you all the while. His snout eased and rasped against your skin as his snout pressed across your skin, ttickling and teasing across your face much of the same as his snout tilted upward and down from where his soft iniamcy of lips were pressing across your neck;

He continued to allow his breaths to intertwin against your as his stocky legs started to reduce themselves to the rhythm of your bodies as they began to fall into that gentle ease of contentment between the both of you. There was a soft insistence of his hands as he eased you onto the ground with the general inch by inch suggestion of his own uncertain touch, until your eyes turned back while you allowed your body to be pressed onto the asphalt; even with the way the hard black ground fel agaisn tyour back, with the vauge feeling of random thrown cigarettes and the feeling of the hard glare of it against the extent of your back, it felt like a certain kid of renowned freedom and secret known and shared only between the both of you; not unlike something that was shared between the both of you of a secret to constant joy and purpose in spite of the world of what it wanted to drag the both of you down into and your reliance of finding something worth of hope regardless.

Bojack's true to his tender fashion, let out the most fragile and uncertain breath of uncertain tenderness and a timid ease of his shaken breath as his hands rested across your arms to continue to ease you down. Your eyes flicked up as they extended across to the open sky in front of you, watching the galactic space of the poking few stars easing across your eyes as they reflected across you vision, small and distant among the red of the stagnant light that mad eup the city, and yet as you saw the edge o Bojack's ears agaisnt the light of the warmth consideration of your eyes, taking in the small minute stars and the way the organe light threaded and painted across the expanse of the midnight sky while your body curved on the asphalt and Bojack;s hands delcialtley made love to your shoulders with his timid breath easing across your skin through precious kisses, mixed in with the mumring and alcohol induced, messy and erratic language of the people surrounding you through their quick tinted comforts and flashed cameras and trasy laughter of their own small amusements both within their context of concersaton and of what surroudne dthem, far from perfect, but at the core of everything you needed, did you feel beauty for it all overcome you,

"Life has been full of so many different kinds of headspaces."

"Yeah?" Bojack was trying, in his own way, fragile and as worried as anything and handling your body like glass, to focus on keeping your clit perfeclty balnce in between his own thighs as his vulenrbale expression turend up to look at you.

"I've had a lot; foggy ones, black ones, anxious ones, clear ones, terrible ones and neutral ones and of every other complex way he human mind can conceive of that most will never be able to kep up with. SOme brought me clairty, some peace, most never dd anything except for pass through me for a tme until they came ou on the other end, entirely forgotten and barely even perceived once the were gone, the way most things with the human mind and emotions are."

Bojack's eyes, naturally compact with worry as his expression turned down across yor chest, eased down as he contuiend to dongle your breasts, his member eased between the tender space of your thighs. With a grunt did he ease himself froward against your hips, teeth poked out and eyes expressed across yours as his plush stomtahc topped on the curves of your chest.

"And this one is?"

The question lef this lips as delicaltley as much as the genre in his eyes that spoke it, as compelled and a guidning into a soft ease of a question as his worried fragile eys eased across your body. You smiled as your hands raised up, eased across his shoulders as you invite dhim in further, and unable to resist the comfort of his own somber and naturally charismatic and ease of a romantic and human voice.

"You feel like the end of everything I've ever worked for, the most confident and somber conlsuion, and agreement to my struggles throughout my life and the settlement of accepting my life as it is and as it has been, and the wamrht welcome to my end. The best and most welcome peace I could have ever imagined."

The lanaguge that you were speaking, intertwined with your own complicated pshilosphies and your experiences that you associated with Bojack and the love you have one another, went over his head for the time being. His eyes eased down into a bewilderment as ears lowered down as his eyes turned over what you meant.

"Oh." His eyes turned up to you, teeth poked as the distant begging of his unknowing ease dacross your eyes. "So-does that mean, then-"

"It means I love you, and I'm sorry that it's vast enough that I can't explain it in a way that male senese. In a way I don't even understand it myself, and I never will, and maybe that's the way it's supposed to nad should be." Your hand grduacte away from his shoulder and eased across his palm, and the vulnerability of something that as both gentle curiosrty and shame all at once eased across his palm as he watched you kiss it with his wet, sad eyes. "Just for us to feel." His ears perked up. "Like the pain?"

"LIke the pain. We weren't meant o emoathize or to even understand or to know one another on this earth, darling, not really. We would need inner eyes to truly see and understanding what a person is coming from with what they do, and very few people, if anyone, is able to or willing to do that; and so we chose to survive with our own etes inside one another, or we chose to carry out what we have with one another and the minute person who's eyes and their holes best matches ours. It's alright, sweetheart. It always will be."

Bojack still had that ease of discomfort that came from unceinity in his eyes, but clarirty swept between the both of you as he gave an ease of a breath while he reset, easing his shoulders down as he gave a sigh in the attempt of a reset. He eased his body downward, teeth still poking from his lips as he caressed himself up against your curves further, his own body falling up in front of your skin in a comforting weight, protruding stomach swinging down on top of you as his stocky thighs cliemd the edge of your hips with the comfort and attraction you gave one another; two suepriclaly use labels of the world, and ones with the most power to combine that carrying humanity and promise you gave each other just even though minute experiences of it. His plush palms danced against your skin all the while as his sweating palms explored your breasts, panting under his touch as you felt the serenity of your eyes, complimented by the mehclony that was hard not to feel after a lifetime of tyring to find your person to love and finally having found him, easung across your face while you found the grounding of your hands gripping onto his mane, the other part of your hand pressing on his shoulders. Your threw her head back, your fingers digging even deeper into the splay of his mane as Bojack suddenly eased a paricuality intense thrust into your hips, his member entering you even deeper as you felt the pleasure thrashing through your body, any pain that would have ben felt previously replaced by the softness of pleasure from feeling it.

"My mind if such a compex and uncertain place affected by the world even more so. I'm worried one day I won't be able to find you, or dig either of us out of whatever headspace I fall into."

Bojack eased his mouth from where he was caressing his lips acros your skin. Your head eased up from the ashpalet, slight awkward, but the softness in his eyes, and the vague emptiness in it that came from an impossibly broken huma wrecked heart was complimented byt eh romanticism in in as his chin rested across your skin.

"Then I'll try to be the one strong enough to pull the both of us out of it." His lips curved up, meeting into your eyes as the softness met his expression, voice as somber as much as it was authentic and meeting your own sudden trembling panic as his voice and presececen regouning you into a peaceful reality, much as it always did. "I promise."

"The human mind is full of chaos. Ours, theirs-everyone's. It's not wonder people can only take so much in small doses and cutting specific social lives, even if it's what we crave."

"I've been trying to figure that one out for years." Bojacks eyes eased down across your trembling breast. "Mostly in the for of naked drunk or desperate woman. Not the best prototype for discovering anything other than bad sex."

You smiled, and laughed quietly. He was a narrative of s specific beauty that belonged only to him and your love for you an or you bonding the most powerful and fulling experience accessible and alive to either of you, and yet also easily torn up by the chaos of the world because of it.

You were, admittedly, going mad with the way that his body was pressed up against you with his precious curve of a stomach easing across your heaving chest in his own heavy panting. His eyes were winced against his wet eyes as you caught a glimpse of his expression about it every now and then while his lips, oddly timid and inexperienced right along with the way he clearly wanted to touch you in a uncertain guidance that came along with the precious uncerinity of touching the dynamic of someone he genneuiely loved. Your hand ceased across hs mane as your eyes turnd up to the sky now and then while you kept your eyes eased across his expression when he lifted his snout up from your neck for a moment, then eased his lips back down onto your skin with another edge of a rasp while leaning his lips back onto the curve of your neck. Your hips twisted under his touch as your lips opened while turning up to the curve of the hue of the sky every now and then in between the short stopping of gentleness between your eyes.

"You're incredible. I love you. Every way you touch me, are, tink-its all I need. You're more than that."

"Stop it." Bojack's voice was both a rasp and a breathe of his words as you felt his plush body easing across your hips and against your shoulders, his snout turned to the side as his mouth grazed your chels. "I know."

"You don't. Not really."

"You know I do. I feel it. That's all I need. If I don't know how to follow through with it, that's not something I can try to change."

Your lips found their way to his ears, his own shaky breath easing across your neck as you felt his shakily breath across the bones of your neck. You leaned your had up, lips trembled while your fingers eased across his mane. "There's no way that's 'right'. I love you. You feel so incredible to me in whatever way you come to me. You don't have to worry about anything. Don't worry about anything else. I love you." Your fingertips squeezed across his mane, hands threading and contracting against his mane and then easing into a rest against the back of his neck again, feeling the ease of his rough and the vague interruption of his voice as his breath panted across your shoulder, lips interrupting the vague hitch in his voice now and then as it revealed the delicacy of his insecurities. "Eevry ay that you re, could be, and any way that you touch me or want to is anything I need. The idea of you, the way life made you and the way you ended up, is all I need. Everything that would be categorized as a sa flaw or something to be dgsisted at or hated-I know it for what ti is, and I love you deeper for it, and you know that you don't have to change anything about it in order for me to feel and to know it." Your fingers squeezed further on his mane again, feeling the hitch in his voice threading across the curve of your neck as you felt the lovable plush curve of his body easing across your hips. "Knowing you and loving you is the richest thing I've ever come to know or have known-if it ever left, it would just be an empty memory, all of me, if there was anything about you missing until you came back to me."

Bojack's only reply for the time being was his raspy breath leaving his lips as he eased his snout across the curve of your neck. Your eys flutter down as the misconceptions of the people surrounding the both of you eased away into a distant fog entirely, the compelling vague projection of the sky eased across your eyes as you felt Bojack's plush body easing across your hips with his mouth pressing across your skin between his hitched breath. Your hips turned up, the only sensation left or even giving away anything else happening around either of you given away by the blue flash of the cameras flooding across both of your bodies as it mitrrowed across the delciaey of Bojack's brawny and modled shoulders, heaving upward and down along with the gentle heaving of his breath across the curve of your neck.

You felt your lips raise up as a soft noise left your lips, your hips easing up into the curves of his hips as you felt your lips turn up and open, feeling the oft, comforting flesh of his skin that was mad further from his trembling precious and uncertain disposition. To be around him filled you with utmost joy, to have his body making love to you and his raspy soft uncertainty and naturally intelligence belong to making love to you and being concerned with it was the particular edged focus that both of you needed, and what filled you with an inherent promise of rich humanity, rendering other weknessness, from the shouts of the encouragement of the people to the way your lip trembled under his snout and his kisses easing across the curve of your neck, from the way your body eased upward against his hips while your body jolted across his body and withe evry wreckage of whatevr mad eup your own inner turmoil or weakness, they were made all the richer for the love he was giving you; the presence of him alone.

The pure shocked, golden feeling of happiness struck through your body as your felt your egs buckle under the adoration you felt for him as the richness overcame your body that could only come from the source of him.

"You ok?" His voice was edged with whatever unpleasant emotions he was feeling, his palms reahcing out and squeezing across your shoulders as his bottom eyes wined. There was an entir eworld there in his eys, and they was a revealing to them that had its own humor, understanding of life, that was as rich as much as it was every changing and a guidance of constant uncerinity in his expression that that made it more alluring to be brought into a headspace that had been made so rich and modled from both the immeeauble pain and the beauty throughout the warm tinted and complex beauty of his inner life.

"Never better." His eyes winced a syou eased your hand against the side of his cheek, warm eyes easing against his as his teeth poked out vaguely, small breath htiching out of his lips at your touch. "I promise. We did this to try and get rid of something heavy inside of you, did we?"

"I mean-" His eyes darte dto the side, one hand that was firmly caressed across your shoulder gravidating to the side of his neck as his eys, the white of them even more profound and more stirking in their natural emotional compact complexity and the wear of the worn skin under his eyes, matching with the complement of the uncertain and tormented complex headspace that you knew was an artistry you could never be able to fully understand. " I guess so. I"m not sure why I wanted to. It just thought it felt-or it would feel-good. Or a release. Or something. I don't know."

His voice was trembling with a profound somber reflection as the words lef this lips, as tender as much as he spoke the words while they elfected against his white striking along eys and erratic messiness that came along with his splayed out mane, his eys wincing as his expression eased back into your eyes. If you had found and thought him beautiful, there was an even further depth to the way the ccassional flash eased across his already compelling and impossibly profound snout and grace of it, the natural sohspciation eased with a compliant into the crazed unhinged ease of his eyes.

"Exactly. Then let's do that; that release you mentioned. I trust your inner voice and why you want to do something."

"Funny. I"m the one that thinks of it, and I have a lot more doubt than you."

"And I love that part of you, too, even more in a way that transcends understanding of the suffocation of technciaities or the idea of it. I just do, and I know you feel it, the same way I do."

His head titled back, vaguely, only a slight ease of a hint to the general uncertainty that crossed against hwat you knew was his always detailed and consistently romantic mind.

"And what makes you think that's going to consiuit towards something realistically helpful in the long run?"

You felt the entire space around her disappearing; you were being rendered into a tender human embodiment of infatuation. That previous building up of heat that had recently been left on pause was now starting to build up again entirely you you rolled her eyes in pleasure even just at the feeling of the soft curve of his stomach resting on your hips, the black of his happy trial pressing across your skin. Your fingertips gave themselves their pleasure as the tips of them pressed themseleevs across his mane, your hands against the black hair of his splayed out hair waves, your hips burying inside of the soft welcome of his body as his back raised down otno your hips, the bulge of his soft pleasure and disposition matching his tender delicate air that was less than painful not to protect easing across the air that surround dyour body. Though Bojack's words were tormented and were full of a cynicism constnaly fuled by other people and flung onto him more than any person could take, much less even with himself, he was clearly allwing himself to do the difcfclt of what had been his genuine goal tonight; which was to allow himself to believe in the the soothing nature of something that as beyond any gritty grounding of the atmopehre that surrounded you and to feel and trust its spirituality, even and espcially because of the lack of anything that surrounded him that confirmed it. Your hand reached out and eased against the edge of his cheek, turning his head over to the side of your palms as another hitch left his breath, along with the flcikeirng of his ears and the pain in his eyes.

" 's not something that you need to do that's the language of other people that weren't meant to love you, that don't understand the language of your existence or ever will. Your mind is like nothing els,e sweetheart. I know it, I've felt it, I want to be a part of it; you have more intelligence, creativity, thought and consideration going on in your head than anyone I've ever known."

"I know I do." He paused as his head eased away from our touch, his eyes wet as his xpresison eased across the warmth of your eyes, your hand a gentle resting point for both of you. "At least, I understand that you feel that way."

"You accepting it, as in putting it into a physical confidence every day, would change everything. If you had the same respect that I have for you. If you were able to believe in the love I have for you."

"I do!" He said it softly, but there was a vague sharp urgency of his voice, and it met against the insistence of his eyes as his ears perked up. "I do feel it."

"Then why?"

"Because-" He paused as he turned his melodic eyes downward, his hand reaching away from his neck and easing across your shoulder, teeth poked as his conflicted eyes threaded across the soft of your concern. "I've bene waiting to be known, to want to be known, for so long. My entire life. To want to have someone to even know what that menas or to want to keep exploring it with me." His ears flciekd back, but the sadness in his eys only complimented the curve of his hips as he presse dhis body furthe ronto your skin, easing his stout hips across your body. "For a long time I didn't even know if there even was anything to know anymore, or if knowing people was really a thing or if relationships were just these busy superficial storulines with barely any depth or point or if knowing someone even happening. If there was even anything inside of everyone else."

"But you have to stopped dragging your previous thoughts and ideas along with you, darling."

"I know I do, but-"

"You can't you keep letting your maturity and seeing people for what they are and letting that disappoint control the rare things that aren't that-the only thign either of us need."

Bojack's eyes dimmed as his ears flicked back, somber beauty in his eyes that took all of your admiration; and with the more satiication that came along with it.

"I'm sorry. I know you see it that way. And I'm trying to follow you."

There was a pause from your end of the conversation, the settling of it easing through the silence as your eys reted on focusing on Bojack's. After a moment your body readjusted, your head titling to the side as your palms eased across the softness of his chubby arms, pressing him back against your hips with a soft pull forward. "No one is following anyone. That's not what this is. We're doing this, together, by our side, as equals'; and we're figuring it out every single day as it is."

Bojack's eyes flicked up into a vague roll, exasperation easing across them, but with the core of him wanting to follow you at the center of it.

"I know, honey. What I'm saying is it's going to take me awhile to try and know what that means. How to respond to it. Instead of using it as a tool for-this." He indicated his arm over to the crowd, but only as a cheap afterthought more than anything else; the background of the chaos was forgotten entirely by him for the most part, the core of your converasaiton in that impossible bittersweetness that came along with the fight of two incessantly flawed individuals in the middle of the richness known as true love.

I respect you, I love you, and I see you." Your hands settled across his wrists, and Bojack's flickered wet eyes eased across your chest, seeing the way you were breathing with an ease. "Do you feel that?""

"I do. But only in the way we feel it." His head titled back again, only a few inches as his eyes winced while the tender richness of his expression focused beyond your shoulder. "I don't think I want to."

Your head tilted, eyes easing into his own thoughtful ones in question

"Want to what, sweetheart?"

"Be-outwardly soft, I guess. In a way that's outside of the specific way you feel to me. It feels..pathetic, to be emotional, to have hope or freindship or anything soft or good after living in the isolated, cynical way I have. It feels like its not real." His eys eased own, distant as the heaviness of his drunken eyelids turned across your shoulder as he gave a small shrug. "Maybe it is. It deifntlely feels like 'happy' soppy people are some morons who are either sheltered and should be rigthflll distained for that, or they just don't care, or they're too much of an idiot to know how to care."

"But what we feel and share goes beyond those mundane caterhoies. You know that, and your eel it as much as I do; how much it transcends and goes beyond anything we've experienced or that anyone else has." There was an ugrnecy to your voice as your fingers squeezed across his wrists, and his eyes wided as his head turned down, teeth poked as ears flicked back. "I need you with me instead of fighting it.

A slight defiance was in his eyes. "I'm not fighting anything."

"But you are denying it."

The lovabiliy of his winced eyes turned backt o you, eyes dim as his expression ease dback to your hands that pressed against his wrists as a grounding for your conversation. His eys flicked between your insistence as ear slowerd.

"Yeah." Soft, soothing, humble. "I guess that is true."

The sensation both of his soft, gentle words and of the tender whimpering and swearing that came out from his mouth was nothing but the human embodiment of that which desired to love and be loved by the spfific way your eyes were dressed upt o see that; the bittersweetness was all apart of it. You allowed the tear of the wrinkled tear of his skin, the exploring of his fingers, the coarse black scratches of the hair on his shoulderss to caress and give you the conversation between the both of you until he was all that you could feel- all that you could hear. Briefly did Bojack pause as an especially loud sigh escaped out of his lips, and there was the soft end to rhe physical conversation for now. He readjusted his hips as he teased his cock between you entrance again; his tende reyes, the most precious element in them that youknew for a fact wa s apreciousness most people would never get in their lover, or ever know what it was the most profound loss for their lives, snapped up to you for a moment as he paused to check how that affected you, his worry that his capability for depth of love he possessed almost looking as if you would break under his touch of sheer desire and desperation to be closer and to have that inimacty between one another alone.

"Let me make love to you. Be the one to show you how precious you are to ne, what that means and looks like. I think anyone here needs it, and I'm sure in their own way, they probably came asking for it."

OOO POV switch OOO

Bojack's own mind was erratic; he briefly wondered in the chaos of his insecurity as his hands eased across your shoulders, feeling the delicacy of the sweating of his body against your own, if you would. It was a silly thought, the way much of Bojakc's erratic thoughts were that could be just as human and bumbly and pathetic as much as his manneirsms were, and ther would have been a black shame that followed it nomrally, but he knew you respected, and that put vague knew perspective on the vague chaotic unceirnity of his always erratic and uncertain, almost childlike headspace of worry and mania.

"You want to be the one to be on top of me?" HIs voice was a ssupirsed as it was tipped into a crack of a surprise, as tender as the hue in his eyes and the uncertain squeeze of his palms on your shoulder, "Like-genuine movies that show off that you..like me and suchy such?"

Your head turned to the crowd; Bojack's vision was far too blurred to be able to properly focus on your face, but he could see the warm confidence that was reflected in your eyes and eased from the lights from the camera. Your head turned back over to him as you laughed, yoru hands meeting up to his hips.

"You know I meant it when I said that matter what happened, no matter what you did or who you became, I would always love you?"

"Do I? Of course. You tell it to me enough. Do I believe in the genuine complexity that it insulates? Questionable."

"I love you, and I want to prove that tonight, especially if that's something you feel like you need. Drunk, naked, high, and in front of this space. I want to show them how precious you are to me."

"What-like, with a backflip with me dowsing my lips onto your vagina while you throw you thighs out into the air, or something more subtle?"

"We can start with me being on top of you-and letting me take it from there to take you in whatever way you need to be loved."

There were various erratic poses that flashed through Bojack's mind even at your words; the trashy physicality of the research he had done with the empty bodies of the woman he had slept with throughout his life had more than been the closest thing to being known and iniamte he had evr spoken he lnauge od, and as his brain turned inot panic now, he found how true that sill was.

Unlike the lifetime of woman he had slept with, with their vacant eyes and the impulsive of the just as unwaarrnte and unejoyed conversions, the poses that flashed in his headspace were far from something that he would associate with you; they felt trashy and unwanted, and more than that, they were repulsive to him in what was the closest thing he had ever known as genuine respect, rather than just the idea of it. He had spent so much time dreaming and wondering what it would feel like to feel a genuine connection and understanding with someone, to feel whether it would make life feel more boring, more chaotic, more stgaannt, more refreshing, or anything above; even as he had slept by a woman with a chubby hand across the curve of his stomach as the worry across his expression with his head tilted up from the pillow, in the middle of the night, he felt he was driving himself to a new level of insanity to thik about it.

The poses were unpleasant, and, in their own way, oddly amusing in that sickening anf awkward way Bojack came to find funny to meet his constant emptiness that had molded his understanding of life and the attempt of coping with it; but he couldn't help thinking it as he looked down at you with your heaving chesr and gazed at the curves of your body that was crawling at his touch before he even brought his fingers near anywhere your body that wa actually sensitive. Even he couldn't believe the desire in your eyes whenever he was near you, and they were too authentic to ever do anything but have an odd wayward, almost maddening agreement with.

But it seemed as if your entire body was sensitive to him by default; it wasn't in a usual way that woman had for him in the past, either; where they twisted underneath his body with two instineces; either with an odd sense of obligation that was pushed with the idea that their less successful lives would somehow be more bearable from the transaction by moirning, their touches usually even reluctant, natural, or, at times, entirely disgusted; and other times it was only the last emotion that took the two bodies, his self loathing and emptiness, along with that increasing sense of human insanity, coming aloon with him as the two tried to make up for an otherwise empty night, both sensations maddening, and the choice of lower tolerance taking the prize.

it was with a certain magic that took his breath away in awe, even as he trid t fall into the comforting fmaialirty that came with his cynicism and disgust. The way you looked at him was with such authentic sickness that though it took him a long while to break away from his sickly perception of the world, and of himself, and most especially of the constant negavties of other people that were flung onto him and one another, it was impossible for him not to fall into the relentless, enduring and healing gift that wa s screcy of an entire world and understanding that was only meant for the transfer between one another.

They were made for loving one another; and evn Bojakc felt it. But more than that was he caught in a strange sort of fascination as he gazed down at you; almost as if some sort of spell had been rendering him completely paralyzed as he kept his body pressed onto your hips, easing aaisnt him with the same soft want that were in your red edged eyes and the welcome of every morning; heavy with the way that true love was naturally mehcolhic if only for how true it was, and truth hurt in any from, in an odd way, and for the heaviness that came loving someone as sad and heavy as Bojack; and yet your message as to how you love dhim make it all the clearer; you loved him relentlessly because of that pain, and the love was made all the richer for it, in a way someone who hadn't ever truly suffered ever would understand. There was a certain promise between those who geneueily suffered in life, a certain handshake of a trading off of quality of existncce that not even the crueelty of the world could come to terms with geenuely making a person suffer through and through without means to compensate; in Bojack's case, as it was with all who truly suffered, there was a certain breakthrough of inner deep humanity that came along with suffering, a certain opening expanse to a deep inner new world or revealing o understanding of esxience of rich spiritual sudden swkaning in the midsit of the black that was brought by techcnial understanding of the earth. The love you had for him was Bojakc's version of the trade off, of the expanding to make up for the suffering he carried and alway would inside of him.

You were,, in fact, some sort of gentle fascination that he only could have dreamed of- the same way that he had dreamt of money his whole life, of success, of having a better body, any love in his life at all, and, most recently, a better family-or, as it was with the second half of his life, any family at all.

And there you were- right underneath him, granting him more than he ever could have imagined in all of those categories combined; more than he ever could have imagined himself. He felt his mouth go dry as h gazed down at the genuine instience in your eys that he would have recongizne dlike the back of his own hand, feeling his fingers almost completely freezing underneath your breasts as his awe overtook him entirely, such as it had so many times already, more lifetimes either being experienced and discovered or inevnte din those nights and days he spent wth you more than he ever had; the kind of profound humanity thtt could never be traveled or bought or ven understood by actions in a working relationship; it had instead bough on by the most crushing and rare gift and experience known as the almost impossible wonderment of two people perfectly made to love one another in the way the other needed, uniqueness made real from the way their quirks and flaws met against one another, needs found and the constant attraction as fresh and warm and equal as it was any other time, never dimming, always enduring, and would crush anyone who ever saw it in anyone else, knowing themselves they could never force it, and could never invent it themselves unles fate gave it to them, an crushing even those that were they few that digit to experience it, knowing there was more beauty there they couldn't handle if not for the way their partnership carried it between them, of the bittersweet knowing that they boht had more than others had or ever would have, their ignroace being their only protection from madness.

His mouth opened, clums and awkward, as he felt for himself to dig out a word to be able to make the transition that somehow seemed more intimating than the prospect of doing what he deemed outside of his realm of depth but still enough to ease the chaos of his headspace away, of feeling cheated if other people didn't at least attempt from his actions tof eel what he did from you. His words came out uncertain and cracked in tone, clumsy as much as his air was as he spoke.

"Do you think it would be better if-"

"Hey, hurry it up, Bojakc WooMan! C'mon!" One of the men shouted out, his voice, repulsive in his emptiness that Bojack could recgonzie now literally rather than just subconsciously, snapped throught the spell of his golden fogged focus on you, ripping through the almost mocking point of the universe that Bojakc now knew in his own way ad a life of its own. He gave a sudden impatience noise, part neigh, most a sudden intake of a quirk annonce a shis head snapped over to here the trashy voie had called out. The man was waying with his beer placed into his hand, teeth broken and poking out as his lazy eyes were swaying; to look at him after the rhythm of what the both of you shared was almost oo jarring for Bojack to acknowledge for a moment as he blinked rapidly to make sense of the scene again.

There were a couple of chuckles that followed from behind. "What's wrong, cat got your tongue? Worried that your dick won't be big enough?"

It was a friendly teasing-atleast as much as strangers in Hollywood were capable of being friendly, or anyone in general, as Bojakc had come to find it-but it was nonetheless enough to strum Bojack's insecurities as he felt his eyebrows furrow in determination. His heart did a flip of nervousness that he hadn't been expecting, but more than that was he desiring you- and more than that and did he love you, and every thought or confession he had that even remoltey embodied that sentiment gave him an emotion that was, every time in some way, the answer to whatever challenge he was facing.

"Sure. We're trying this thing called stringing you along." He waved his chubby wrist drunkenly. "Actor thing, you wouldn't get it."

"Well, hurry up!" The man rocked on his hips as he let out a rough and cackled breath, rocking on his hips through the rest of the debris that surrounded his body as his mouth splayed out in a toothless grin, remaining teeth cracked with soot and soiled brown thrown and tossed on the white of his lips as his eyes were snapped and crazed. "Can't cash in those countless dollar bills without the two of you showing me some moves!"

Bojack's eyes eased up while his teeth poked, in his jaded gentle fashion as his head eased oonot the ground.

"I know. I"ve heard plenty of you type before and your idea of what that is."

His expression was soft as he was being eased on to the ground as his thighs caressed across your hips while he allowed his body to be eased down on the ground. His eyes darted up to yours as his hesd was eased across the ground, following the guidance of your hips as your kept your hand pressed on his chest and against the back of his mane. His eyes kept on you, desperate but focused as he kept the chaos of his mind center onto your body; his breath easing out into a soft ease as he felt his head ease downward and onto the floor, breathing deep and giving away his nervousness.

"I want this to make sense." His eyes winced as he spoke the tender words. "I know that there's a lot that's happened tonight that dosen't and I know that there's a lot that hadn't made sense, but i know it, and I feel it." His hands rached out and eased across your shoulder, your eyes dimming as your hand eased out and caressed across his shoulder, fingertips easing on the damp of his skin. He have a shaken rasp, ears lowered as he shook under your touch. "Can we do that?"

The soft, trembling innocence to his tone was just as communicative of his soft and tender core as much as anything about him he loathed but that he knew was part of the reason why you were drawn, and continued to love, him deeply, no matter the challenge or the reasons he felt as to why it made bo sese,

And more than that did he want you; it wasn't a sickly and forced feeling for the sake of believing he has anything that could give him a sense of relief or for the desperation of connection. He pressed his own body more firmly up against your hips as he gave you a timid look of his wet almond eyes, his head titled up as he felt your fingers ease across his mane in your gentle guidance of your eyes while you eased him downward fully onto the floor, your palms caressin anf easing across his shoulders in an attempt to reground him as much as the warmth in your eyes did.

"I might not do this all right." Your words whispered their uncerinity as your hips pressed against the front of his heaving breath, his eyes lowerre dinto his wreckless vulneraiility as he felt your chest ease onto his panting body. Even Bojack could feel the way the fog of the inecituires and the caress of your palms was able to take him out of his reckless panting at least to a vague extent; despite the cool of the air and the atmosphere that caressed against his body, he still felt his increased heat that came from the occasional relentless insecurity that kept possessing him.

"Please. It's not as if the standard has been set high tonight." His ears flicked down as his eys darted downward, wincing as his fingertips caressed across your hands that were trialing against his shoulders and your palms that were slick against his arms, fingertips pressing on your palm, and then disappearing from his palm and onto his hips. "Or as if it ever was to begin with. We both know that, at some core of what makes up what we have, no matter what we sat on the surface."

Your head titled to the side as your eyes pinned him down in your own emotional pining of trying to keep him with you. His tender eyes snapped back up to you as his ears lowered, teeth poked, and the genuine boyish and uncertain apology in his eyes that had never failed to reel and take you in.

"You know it's true."

The look of your playful ease of tilting your eyes across Bojack in your vaguely teasing, but ultimately lighthearted and cautious way turned away from the complicated defense in his eyes.

"I think we both have different definitions of that."

His eyebrows lowered as he watched you pressed your cocnentraon across threading onto his complicated and wayward molded body, one side more plush than the other, one pinch of what made up the small patch of fat from his upper chest and below his stomtach easing across your hands as you ekpt your palms by both sides of his chubby panting body.

"Yeah, but we both know what I mean."

"Do we?"

He raises himself off sharply from the ground, urgency easing into his eyes. "It's not enough. The way I connect with you, compared to everything else-it's not enough. I can't try to bring whatever bad headspace you get into out of you in comparison to what I'm up against. Especially if this is the presented standard for the night, and therefore..every day, in general."

"Ironic, isn't it? For life to not be enough, and the brain comes up with nuances and terrible headspaces and illnesses to try and cope with that to make it complciited, and in order to come back down from that they have to remind themselves that life isn't that complicated so they can come down from it, only to end up in the same circle against eventually."

His eyes dimmed, ears lowered.

"I'm serious. Ths isn't something I opened up as a philosophy course, honey."

"Why are you so worried?"

"I just-" He took in a deep breath, paushign into his reset of his sigh as his own worried eyes threaded back upt o your questinign eyes. "I can see how much people and existence and how this kind of thing affects you, honey. And considering what we saw tonight, what keeps happening with these superficial chuds, I don't blame you." His eyes dimmed, teeth pond out as his body was half sat up, plush stomtahc easing into his lap as his reaced out his hands and pressed his palms onto your arms that were easing across the round side sof his body. "I'm jus saying that if anyone tries to hurt you here, or put you in a bad headspace, or tries to manioualte you in any way, I'm not going to be able to be enough to bring you back to a connection or get you out of that. I'm too..small. Not loud enough. Or something. I don't know. I just know its followd me my entire life, and it's been for a reason, and I can't have that happen to you, honey. I can't."

Your expression switched to something that was till melancholic and almost agreeable to Bojack's words, knowing the complciaitons that could come along with the incessant challenge and cruelty of people that popualed the otherwise peaceful world, and the interwoven complications of his words. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, hands grazing his back in a silent encouragement and comfort only he could hear. Bojack adjusted as he allowed his legs to fully intertwine against your own hips while he eased his shoulders back onto the ground, closing his worn eyes as he closed off the incessant insistence as his shoulders eased down, accepting the smallnes of his individuality and how that enriched your love when you focused on the inherent speraion it gave the both of you from the rest of the world and the strength that could come from that, rather than any weakness, though he knew the incessant black thoughts would never leave. His worn and boyish, worried eyes opened under the heaviness of his durken eyes as he allowed his eyes to open with a tender thread of his expression as he opened his eys from the heavy drunken lift of his eyes, vaugle calm overocming him as he focused on the impossible simplicity of your palms on his arms. Present though you were, there was a soft hint in your expression that looked as if you had lost yourself in feeling the way that his own touches had taken you to and transferred you to somewhere else; even and especially because of his insecity and what should have made him weak and repulsive as someone who was instead rendered sympathetic, inspiring humanity, and the choice to chose something far more human and responsive to the complication of human emotions rather than anything harder or more cruel.

"I'm sorry I keep talking like this." His voice was somber as much as his air as he readjusted his shoulders onto the ground, turning his wet eyes upward with teeth poked out. "I don't mean to. But I feel like if I don't, I'm setting us up both for something that's going to lead to something that would be like lying long term-and I can't handle that. Not with you. I know how-lucky I am, to have this. A purpose that's so naturally embedded in me, satisfying, human. It's all I ever wanted. But I don't know how to respond to it, and no amount of reflection will change the way I feel on the inside." He turned his head up, teeth poked a shis eyes glimmered across your eyes, looking more rela and human and beautiful than he would have ever thought himself capable of precvvining, the light of the cars that were turned on from some of the people that had stumbled their feet inside of the car as their voices snapped up to the air, distant and fogged ove the narrative o what you gave one another. Love had never seemed even real to Bojack other than a pasing facade of an idea, not really, much less something as impossibly easy as much as he felt looking a your eyes that were promised in the warmth of your forgiveness.

"I love you. You don't have to be sorry. I'll find more ways to love you through everything; and you know that."

Your words were as soft as your hands on his cheek as his eyes tenderly eased across your expression, bloated cheek rested across your palm.

Though he barely felt it because of how light you were, you continued to press your weight further against him, and Bojack's eyes widned as hs head titled upward, breathing in with a sharp intake as his hands gripped on the sides of your arms, pressing inward as he felt the pleasure of the pressure of his cock easing deeper his thighs, letting out his own sharp intakes of breath all the while as he allowed yourself to ease into him further again, claiming him in front of what Bojack had considered on that beildwienring day what he thought would be a way to overcome some of the emptiness. You didn't apologize or ask if anything hurt this time such as you normally would; there would only a soft laugh from your lips, but mostly gentle at the core of your consideration as youc ontuined to ease your hips across his body.

"You're doing this because you know it will distract me, aren't you?"

His head lifted up from the ground, eyes hard but seahcing as his expression eased across your body while he allowed himself to be easing back down onto the ground. Your hands begin to search for a pech on his round body as you felt him beath across your hands, the intimacy between his legs between the way you entered him that was the pleasure of promise of intimacy between bodies.

"Is it working?"

"Is you distracting me cheaply from expressing something I know you feel from me no matter what? No." His eyes wided as there was an especially powerful thrust from your eyes, and then a dim in his eyes as hsis expression lowered into pelausre. "Keep this up and maybe you'll get somewhere, though."

Your eyes glinted across the flashes as your pupils snapped over to him playfully for a moment.

"Your mind is heavy with a lot of complicated emotional narratives that aren't even real. Not in a way that's worth it for them to control you, anyway. You don't need to let that happen."

"And yet, here we are." His ears flicked as his hand waved in front of him in a gesture. "So are we going to keep playing this back and forth game of deniability or are we going to have this conversation about how tonight may have been a bad idea that's the introduction of a sting of bad ideas happening from this time outward?"

"Maybe if I keep pleasuring you tonight it'll put us both in a headspace of clarity where neither of us will have to play tripping mind games into wandering what should be addressed in the complexity of your mind and what shouldn't."

Bojjack gave a slight rasp of an exasperated breath, his eyes easing against yours in complication. "Don't do that. I know you're better than playing code games. And you know I don't want to play them." His head eased back onto the floor, his turend up to the nightsly as a softness ease dinto the apology of his wrecked confusion. "I'm too tired.'

Your hands eased across his shoulders white your fingertips pressed across from his arms to the curve of hiss tomtahc. "Let's not worry about every minute thing right now, alright? What I want to do right now is focus on loving each other, appreciating this for what it is, no matter what it means going forward. The connection and the time we have, how incredibly rich and precious it is, for while we have it."

Bojack's warm eyes closed, his ears lowering back as he turned his head back onto the ground while he felt your hands ease across his neck while you lowered him back fully across your body. Your thighs eased upward and caressed across his hips, pressing your body onto his and you mounte dhim fully.

"I just feel like I'm in this-cage. LIke I've been serteed from some emotional need that way made by something greater than me that I could never fight my entire life, and I lost some human part of myself for it. And even having you-I don't know if it can be enough. And I want to warn the both of us now about that, and to recognize and to see that in case something happens."

"You'll be in pain for the rest of your life." Your lips found themselves by the curve of his neck, turning hs head backwards as he gave in an intake of his raspy breath. "I'm not denying that."

"Good. At least that's one open acknowledgement we can both agree on."

"To do that would only make it harder for either of us, and for you-and I want to love you in whatever way that means. There's no humanity outside of this for me, outside of you, and I want to have it be that way. You're the extent of my end, you always were, and you always will be that for me. But right now I want you to see this decision you made not as something to be ashamed of. Like anything that we do together moving forward, lets take it for what it is and try to compel ourselves to tear this for what it is, and use it for whatever we need going forward."

"I know, honey."

The words were spoken with a vague strain to them as his head titled back, your fingers tugging on his mane as his teeth poked while the deepened starin on his face from his age increased across his expression as he felt you pleasuring yourself into his hips. He as both precious, pathetic and incredibly as his snout eased acoss the floor, both an extent of suffering and endurance that was admriable and patheyilly human as he felt your hands gripping on the back of his mane.

"Chirst. You weren't kidding about the distractions."

"Not a distraction. Something to keep you away from taking in the rest of the world too much; and also to give yo what you asked for a deserve tonight because you asked for it."

His eyes opened, easing up to the sky, and then resting on the delcialy of your sillouttere as you contuind to rock your hips across his thighs.

"I guess that would be something I would expect my own specific version of a wife to say."

Your eyes turned up as you met his, eyebrows lifted up while your expression eased with a pleasurable and teasing glint agaisnt his eyes.

"Am I that?"

"You're wonderful." The tone came out soft, eaed into a gentle tone that was almost tragic in how it met the vulenrbaility of the gentleness of his eyes. There was a tragedy of the way he talked;; like someone who was aware of the idea of how much his perception of love and people and situations had gradually been even more torn up because of his dysfucntionality throughout his life, and the emotional complciated narratives that had mansifested in a heavy mind form them, with very little to any given sense of relief. "I promise. I"m just-catioious about how ambitious this way, and dragging you into it, is all."

Your rhythm was becoming even more intense. He leaned backward s he felt his worn eyelids close again, and for a monet there was nothing but the feeling of your pleasure funding across his hips as he felt the waves of pelausre hit him; it was so different with genuine loev with it that although it was an interaction and intercourse he had down with women enough times that he thought it had lost all coherent sense of ability to make him genuinely feel or to even stimaulte, it felt like an entirely new practice and emotion as it eased across his body now; the same way that every seemed to for as long a sthe specific soft way you helped him through his clumsiness and his vulnerability and awkward flaws and far from perfect existence that could inspire love from existence that casd him to suffer only contunined to lead you to being his perfect companion.

He was content to have himself be pelaure by your body, feeling the waves of being genieluy home passing along with him as he felt your hips making love to his body, his own hand sfinding their way by his wrists as he gripped your skin.

"Imagine-" He chuckled as your rhythms were now getting intense enough that his body was now viisbiblebouncing across the ground while the rhythm of your hips continued to make love to his body as his eyes turned up to you, peekng out from his eyelids as his mouth smiled up into a raise. "Imagine how pathetic it is, guy with no talent, and too dysfunctional to have love in his life, trying to be able to inspire love from his talentless, good for less than nothing garbage projection out into the word because its the only thing he has. That's what tonight is. That's the reason why all these people are here; another desperate attempt at trying to not be what I obvious am and always will be, and so will anything be that follows me."

"It's working as much as I ever would have imagiend, for someone with the amount of endurance you have." Your head leaned forward as your lips pressed across the diamond white of his snout. There was a heavy feeling there, even between your bonding, a heaviness of indifference and defeat that was passing by Bojakc that came along with the peace of genuine defeat and accepted of it even a she felt your lips press across the diamond of his snout, a syour hands gripped onto his shoulders; you did feel the inherent pain that would always be there, beyond reason at this point, and simply what it was.

You have a shaky breath as you leaned your head forward until his forehead pressed against your own, your heaving body now rendered as nothing more than a trembling, shivering, sweating mess underneath his touches, and his following much of the same almost godly response to the way your bodies were shivering agaisnt one another in the allure of your want and intimacy. It was, quite frankly, the most painful and breathtaking thing he had ever felt, or ever would feel, and though he hd long since settled for the idea that there would never be anything other than the stagnce of his existence with no climax, there was something in the back of his impossibly cynical mind that this was what he had been molded and shaped for, even after all the time that had passed and had rendered him as nothing but a sad eyed and tinted exhausted extent of an old man, uniqueness with no point but to lead a lonely life, forgotten and unknown and with the needs unmet because of it eating further into him until there was a promise of there being nothing left outside of it.

"Ok-ok."

His voice was soft, insistent , vaguely cautious as his tone threaded underneath his breath as he continued to press his body against every patch of her desperate existence between your thighs. Both of you were now building up and feeding each other in the way that you had countless times before-and no doubt would you both do it countless times again after tonight, even though the back of Bojakc's dread for himself and what his life held in front of him was something that spoke of a promised dread that had the same pattern of assuming anything that was beyond the mundanity of his misery was going to be something with a bigger punishment beyond it.

You had made love enough times that every time caused Bojack to feel an new small lesson every time. There wa sa ne depth of life that came with truly knowing someone that compliment the bond between you every time you made love, every time he had any chance to genuinely memorize you; and there was something inside of him that changed or learned something new every time in that warm ay that both of you possessed ans transferred in a way that was warm, loving, patient, something he thought he was incapable of and something he hadn't thought he could ever receive himself.

He had expected the practice between the both of you, all of it, in general, to become unwanted, foggy, distant afte a certain point, for it to be rendered as something not enough after a certain point; but the opposite happened of everything feeling more human, deeper, richer every time. Every time somehow felt like the first time; and never did the experiences you shard with one another dull like every other activity, relationship, or the murkiness of everything else every had. He had found himself broken, or that it was simply the way existence was and the way he responded to it; that anything that came to him would eventually fall under the murkiness of fogginess and unlovability.

But there was a belief in what you both carried and he found he followed it, and it wasn;t a choice as much as it felt like something genuinely inevitable of what simply was and always had been, the same way he had felt about pain, but for once now was it a good thing. Your eyes turned up from where your mouth had settled for easing and pleasuring the front of his chest, easing your lips across his skin as your warm eyes eased up to his now as then, your lips curved up as the faith and the warm belief in grounding of you eyes, knowing his pain and following it, was enough for him to feel that reaffirmation of peace. Which was how you perfectly came together; perfectly melted up against one another in that specific individual way that he had come to believe didn't exist after the amount of woman after woman he had made love to, as soulless as much as he flt about himself after a time-and yet, as it turned out, none of it was true.

Your eyes were focused on his as they were relfectedd with something that was compact and proouf enough as the bleu lights snapped across the side of your eyes; reflecting against them as your lis curved up while you met the unceirniy of his own eyes, and he knew that in your own way, you saw him and read every thought, just as he felt it, and there was a promised eternal intimacy there.

There was a climax of promise that came along with the depth he felt as he eased further into yoru reassaurnce and confidence that you gave him and communicated towards him simply from your air. Bjakc felt himself becoming more flexible and confident as his heaving plush curve of his stomach eased forward and onto your hips, happy trail that grew out of his belly button easing across the panting of your body as your hips eased across his own panting curve of his skin. In these moments, both forgot of yo forgot they had ever been anything other than the same individual- just within different muscles, two different skins that were now coming into a spiritual light more real or beauty than most people ever knew excited and those that dd would ever be able to fully comprehend. His stocky legs wrapped around your welcoming hips, pressing and grazing the plush of his intimacy up and down against your hips.

"I'm right here. You're right, and I'm sorry, and I"m right here. I"ll try to see what you do, I promise."

His words were mumbling with desperation across your skin, voice wobbling in a soft whisper of emotional climax that he knew your love for him well enough by now that you would label as, by far, the sweetest sensation you would ever hear, and the heavy that it gave him himself known the love he gave you mixed in with the trembling of his words was enough to make him feel that climatic heaven that he, in turn, felt transfer to him in kind.

"I love you." HIs voice eased out into a somber and depthful tremor, making his words sound as emotionally mature a smooch as they were tortured. "I love you. I still don't know what that means, but I feel it, and I"m going to keep trying. I promise.'

The words came out almost as an unwilling sort of confession as they stumbled out of his own desperate lips, yet he was glad he spoke the words; they were the most sincere thing he had ever spoken, and how incredible it felt to be sincere.

As he continued to press himself against you, his plush hips turning across the concave welcome of your chest and the filling of the curve of his own stomtahc easing across your skin and the round plush of the curve of his body met perfectly against the slim one of yours, he knew there was a new change of confidence for that night. You managed a nod in your haze, understanding all too well the words he was speaking and the unceirnity in them. They came out a little bit too loud and plenty clumsy- no doubt some of the people that were closer by the both of you more than Bojack would have liked heard, and where previously he would have been impossibly embarrassed to show that side of tenderness, for the time being he only wanted to speak it in whatevr way made that fg of rich bonding even more real as much as he was capable.

He had always been scared to show emotions, and that knowledge was as profound as much as anything about him that was considered as damaged or as mundane a sany gien person by his age, and he knew the unremiabakilitt of that cnontorlling quality and how ti had lef him to be an unremarkable person with an equally unremakbale life. Even cring, it had been in a state of detachment, a certain denial to it even as his body had surrreded to the emotions, and the fact that it had always been alone had only been a reminder of that feeling of detahcemnt of unreality and the odd maddneing valiaiton of it.

t had never been a true reflection of his heart,much less how he loved. But he had never been allowed to share the any part of his romantic heart the way he was now in any considerable way; to the point where it almost felt sickly and uncatural to or praocice anything other than the home of what he knew as completely and unapologtec attachment. He wasn't sure that he had ever had that freedom, or that courage, until now, but as he felt the way that your desperate and hungry fingers pressed around the plush of his waist, making him feel like he was more than just a drunk alcoholic, he felt something click inside of him. Something that he had seen in other people that he hadn't been able to see in himself; mainly because he spent the majority of his middle age life being patronized by whatever few minute coherent thoughts he had through his drunken haze daily that were usually more often than not a reason o believe in he impossible isolation and to somehow thinking it was the solution-the only thing that had been correct about that was the way it led to a somber richness between you now that would have been stolen otherwise.

But your fingertips, the truth screamed far more often than any of the insults that had ever been hurled at him ever was completely and undeniably out of the question what kind of person the woman above him him saw him as, and it took his breath away what you saw. He kept his skin against your skin, as if his life depend on it.

As far as Bojack's rightfully broken headspace was concerned, he knew it was, in that spiritual and specific way that mattered that was so rare that by most, including him, it was considered unreality. Bojack's life and the thread that he had left to live, really just a change of his reckless behavior to ensure he wouldn't that had wrecked him around to the point where it was a figgy nonsesual availability to life more than anything else. quite willingly did depend on how close he could be with you and the incessant and rare relief you gave him, and how deep he could love you; how deeply he could be loved, two challenged that rendered his mindset to a choked unknowing, and also feel that love in kind- and how long he could stretch it out, what that meant, and how long it could endure.

He pressed his lips up against yours just a syour head lifted from where your lips had been spoiling his skin, your head lifted up as he caught your mouth across his, your eyes closed as your mouth was eased across his lip as he have a soft catch of a rasp breath across your mouth. His satisfaction increased into another rasped contentment as he reached out a hand that had been gripped across your arms whitl he had tried to ground his thoughts and settled for placing across your cheek, lips curved up as he felt your eased your mouth forward to press across his mouth. He felt the noise of the world melt away entirely into something that was more than just a denial of fog; his insucites didn't matter much now. For now, at least.

"Jesus-"

The charismatic but awkward clumsiness of Bojakc's response to your pleasure eased out of his lips, his breathing coming out in a pant as his ears lowered with his eyes squinted undernenath your touches and the rhythm of your hips onto his, his eyes and fragile human constructed eyes peekng out a you through the pathetic an humbly human squint of his eyes while breath tremebeld through the twist of his unceritain and easily swayed down and clumsy bumbly air.

"You are my purpose. Do you understand me? Loving you, taking care of you, being with you is everything that propels me above humanity or any kind of lostness or of grittiness of heaviness of insecurity ever could do for me. The second I found you, feel in love you with you, saw you, memorized the way you carry yourself, the detail of how your head turns while your snout is grazed by lights and the supericila clumsy fatherly wya you carry yourself, your authnetic humble humanity, your boast and your ego and your emtoionally grace and intleligenece; it was the door open away from an impossibly empty life devoid of what you give me-every day, anxiities and worries, emptiness and pain and everything else aside into completely irrelevancy."

Your hands squeezed firmly by his skin, threading across the trembling you could feel from his skin as your fingertips eased across his arms as he tried to keep himself focused on you. He struggled to gasp anything coherent out as he continued to press his stomach up against your body as the physical pleasure began to overcome context, and even though his eyes suggested something that was a little too painted with his strain of conflict of an erratic and tormented kind, none too remarkable and yet only adding to his depth, did you feel the way there was that adoring warmth between the both of you that transferred from the way he trembled underneath you. It was impossible to not feel the extent of it; it was the certain kind of warm adoration that occurred between two people that knew how rare it was to have one another and the connection of that rare asotudning feeling of increased amazned between one another, and beyond that and even more precious, the sodt enoduement of knowing you would do anything for each other, the precious part of that parictular tender humanity dedicated to Bojack, away from the idea of remarkability or of anything of power, and something far more precious and enduring that was known as the bonding that came from the most precious and quiet part of your heart being dedicated to him, always, at any time he needed.

Bojack gave an awkward cough, something between a rasp of a sudden shudder of his lip as his wet eyes eased across your expression, gritty cough leaving his tone as it tenderly eased out of his lips. The wet of his eys ans the wya it was reflected across the lights of his house, the impulsively flicked on cars of the lights anf from the cameras and his house added to the pained depth in his eyes, and though there was something inside him that felt that empty stagnant reflection of pain, he began to feel them. Unwilling, unexpected wet began to to sting at the corner of his eyes, and the burning washed over his tender, weary eyes as it ashwased over his expression like something that was a washing light taking away the grittnes of his deniability and washing into an open vulnerability.

"I began when I met you, and ever before. Just to think about, to memorize the way you are, to think about how your skin molds around you, plush curves and your movements with your hands on your hips, your cocky reassured goofy charm of your lowered eyelids and your equally cocky lifted mouth when speaking to someone. It takes me away from this heaviness-this strange, constant conflicted heaviness that follows me that makes me feel like the core of my essence isn't for something for being alive or meant to agree or to match it, like a carrying of a weight that makes it impossible to have genuine contentment or at least reassurance of it; you take that all away, and my entire life I wondered if there was the reason for the pain, or if it simply as." Your hand reache dout and caressed across Bojack's cheek, his eyes glimmered up into his conflicted, profound and humble human pain while his eyes eased up at you, expression as ground in its clumsy unreliability within himself as much as it had ever been anything you were drawn to wanting to love and were modeled to love.

"That is a mouthful, sweetheart." Bojack's voice was tender, eased into a crack, that as clumsy as it was, contained something incedibley romantic and calm, beautiful, just as his branwy body was in all of his specific ineucitures, experiences, assciaotions with others and himself and how he had repsodned to it specifically that had made up his life that was your every bittersweet grounding.

"You're the only thing that makes me want to stay here. What makes sense to me, what gives me that constant enlightenment even when its far from perfect. I open my inner eye and its like I see you and our life together, I see you and it has everything to do with me and how it makes me more human, more the way I should be, the best part f me and beyond. Loving you and knowing you exist and how you exist is the only thing that stays my hand from not being here anymore; the only thing that prevents me from not wanting to continue to live or to feel anything like this is worth it."

"That is a lot of pressure." His words were as wobbling and uncertain as much as his tone was, his eyes wet and burned as his desperation eased across your eyes. He coughed, a interruption to his tone as it wavered. Your lips turned up gently as the warmth of your expression eased across his shoulders, slightly more raasied up from the ground in whatever sudden trigger you had given him. Your hands reached down across his chubby moldoed shoulder as his teeth poked out, his body gradually eased back down onto the ground as he watched you in both desperation and an odd pathetic emotional dread.

"Not pressure. Just the way it was, the way its always been." Your palms eased across his shoulder as he pulled his panting chest back onto the ground, the muscles on his face tense but with a sense of complacieny as his body was turned back down onto the ground, worried eyes raised as his expression eased up to you in concern.

"I guess you're right." His almond depths followed yours as your hips eased across his plush stomach, hands gripped across his shoulders as his tender white eyes follows your own, ears lowered down as he felt your palms gripping onto his gently, but with intention.

"We just have to keep moving. No matter what happens. Following whatever emotions that haunts us as best as we're able to-every day, to keep going, to detach our bodies from our emotions whenever it gets too intense." "What would that be?" Bojack's voice acuipred that tender and soft desperation, the most lovable and worried tone you had ever heard, as full of depth as much as it was low and trembling.

Your eyes trailed as you followd his own wreckless worry. The back of your hand stayed caressed across his cheek as he looked at you with his worried begging.

"I don't know."

"But-you feel it too, right? That something else is happening that's beyond..whatever this is?"

You paused, your body easing itself down as Bojack's plush belly eased across your stomach. Your head turned to the side as your fingertips squreezed across his shoulders, then threaded down back to his plush love handles while your palms eased through the slick sweat of his panting form.

"I think we should accept how small we are-"

"Did that. Just in an internal way. Not in an empowerment or even a better afternoon depression sex way." His ears splayed as your eys turned to him. "I'm sorry. Go on."

"That's what I mean. It's an empowerment thing, what the both of us need. We need to accept whatever it is we feel, and whatever happens."

Bojack's head turned to the crowd, some of them even going far enough to be away from the crowd while their feet were kneeling down in front of you, hands pushed across their phone cases as their mouths were splayed wide in their amusement. Bojakc winced as he felt the flash across his eyes, though it only lasted for a moment as the white teased across his expression and was replaced with that stoic hard hue of his expression. His cheek leaned across your cheek as a timid and fragile humble human worry too them for a moment.

"You're so beautiful. The hue of you." Bojack's timid eyes turned back to you, his attention being easily drawn back to you, whether admitted or not. Your felt that compelling, otherworldly profound feeling wash over you that only Bojack and his life had ever been able to manage from the movement you had felt everything about you change when you took him in the first time for everything he was. "The story of you is something that is in such a rhythm and chemistry with me that goes so deep that it feels like a death from this life, and then a transferring over to a new one that's full of so much complex beauty and pain and life-I don't even know what to do with myself."

"So what do we do?" Bojack's tone was compelling, tender as it met into the hue of his desperate eyes.

"I think we both feel it; whatever it is that is haunting us."

"I don't know if haunting is the world I would use." His eyes flicked down, bloated curved cheek easing across your hand, tender as much as it was welcome. His eyes winced as his focus turned back to you in his timid tender bewilderment. "Maybe-generously unpleasant and consistenly familiar with that I'm always aware of at least vaguely with what's going on with people around me, whether for better or worse."

"I know that I love you. And I know how I feel about you-and no matte what else is or isn't true, I know that truth at its core. We need to focus on that, and no matter what it means long term, we need to-

"-Focus on it, I know." HIs eyes closed, worn and aged as it deepened the wrinkles under them. His deep eyes opened up as his expression turned back to your eyes. "I love you too."

The words were spoken as the easiest thing he had spoken for a long time that night, and as somberly and charmingly spoken as much as the compelling depth in his voice and the softnes of childish insecurity in his exresson, his eyes distant and wet and insecure as much as they were the same matching for your own depth meant to carry his own irreparable worry.

The words were a closing to your akcnolwegemnt of the situation and the vague subcicnious dread of something that seemed like an unfathomable end as he closed his eyes, head turning back as your body leaned forward and rested fully on his body, your fingertips squeezed on the back of his neck as he felt that specific mirror of what made up your lives and the specific hue of your souls that had painted what you were for one another; the opening to a higher purpose and the specific hue of your artistic hearts made for more and higher up than anything you could have found otherwise.

Bojack allowed the intimacy to happen, continuing to press himself further up against your hips as you stareyd to thread your rhythm into his thighs again, lips pressing and teasing across his neck. Bojack let out a deep breath as his cock contuiend to guide pleaure into your hips, feeling you gasp along with the rhythm of your hands giving away how precioulsy you cradled him, and how much he had that chemistry of his body across yours. He felt her entire body tremble underneath him as you dug your fingers further up against the flesh of his body, intense but ultimately communicative of how preciously you wanted to hold him, how much the richness of your life together broke through the sickliness that could take a mind otherwise, and a world far too content to encourage it as such. You were each other's huamniy, your famailirty, tragic in the way it made both of yo only connered for one another and the pelaure that it gave you unconenre dwith the larger expanse of the world or of others, the double handled blessing that followed everyone in their exhausted selfishness to only have their own needs satisfied, but Bojakc had always been a selfish man, and at least now the imposisbly for him to control it was now ebing transferred to a certain greater beauty for now.

"I never want to say goodbye to you. If anything ever happened, just the thought of it-"

Your lips treamored across his neck in between your soft and considerate kisses.

Bojack's head snapped back, eyes widened as he gave a grunt of his lips as his head eased across the back of the floor, your fingers gripping across his mane as you kept the tension between keeping his focus physically and emotionally by you in between hiserratc love making and the way his plush form breathed heavily under your touch.

He could feel how abrupt your fingers were digging further into his skin. He adored the pressure your desire made you execute as he further entered her, and then slowly did he give her his first stroke from his own end. He didn't do it slowly out of any kind of consideration- he was far too lost within his own animalistic desire in that moment to even think about that- but rather was it because of the sheer amount of overwhelming sensation that made him almost feel he would implode with pleasure if he didn't act on the mutual feeling of the artistry of how desperately you loved one another and the fragile spefific narrative of what that meant for each other.

But he paused as he felt yourself jolt up for a moment at the feeling of his hips enteirng yours, the way your hands gripped onto his skin intensely. HIs stout fingertips eased across the chubbiness of his palm as they closed in on themselves for a moment, Bojakc letting out his own concerned breath as his worried eyes turned ot you.

"Oh. Did that feel ok?"

You have a gasp that sounded painful, but a laigh followed it, and Bojack realized that it was one of a rich relief and pleasure. He felt himself let out his own abrupt relief as he breath out quickly, smile curving on his lip as his ears poked out while the light of his eys turned back to you with a smile curved up on his lip.

"Do what you want." Your lips pressed on his. "It feels incredible to me either way. Just remember that any love or attention you get tonight, its not because they love you."

"What?"

"They love the attention that they get from the idea of you; they love the sense of stimulation and creation they get from you. They don't love you as you are, and I'm sorry."

"Oh." Bojack's voice was impossibly somber, gently eased as his breath eased across your skin. "Well, I knew that. Believe me."

"But you still wanted to do this tonight."

"Yes, but. That was part of the impsulive decision-and anyway, how many things in life that anyone ever expereics actually is what it seems on the surface?"

You didn't respond, the rhythm of your hips giving any sentiment or response Bojack needed. His head turned as his snout eased across your cheek.

"I know, honey. You're right. I know." His hands eased across your back, feeling the heaving rhythm of your back as it eased against his palm that rested on your back. "I love you. I'm doing this for us. I promise."

Somber and reassuring, gentle and in that depth was what led you to continue to make love to his hips, and for Bojack to respond in kind as he gave another mutual thrust of his hips into your thighs. He did mit more gently this time, still hearing the trembled pleasure from your lips, but it was so quick and soft this time as your alhcolic induced breathed eased across his neck that you knew that you found relief rather than shock from it this time.

Bojack's ears lowered as he tried to kee himself concerned on your time and chemistry together; something that was beyond time or existence but rather a hollowing thread of something beyond comrpehnsion, even just a small tint of the idea of it being enough to carry both of you through your lives with the suggestionof how profound it was that almost elt threatening, in its own odd way.

He didn't want to did this too deep, or too fast. As soon as his body got the taste of the warmth an the richness of inner grounding that took away all unpleasantries as he felt the inside of the warmth of your walls against his member, he felt red tease his vision. More importantly than anything else was your eyes as they fluttered open; completely yourself in your own bittersweet conflction, of tha soft motherly but flexible heated character you carried that made Bojack's air ease into a flippant intimation just to take it in; a heated passion was in them as the energy of your expresson glinted out of your eyelids, no less than the closest thing to an answer to existence Bojack had ever seen that was a soft encouragement and promise all at once, and, similar to the way he pressed his plush body poking out from his white robe lazily strung up on his shoulders in the mourning, arms eased across the balcony as he gently pressed the blanket over your shoulders while he let yu rest in the bed, tired and worn forgotten heavy eyelids thathe knew you would have described as beautiful though they were worn and empty, eyes turned up to the organe and yellow tinted sky as his expression eased towards the buildings, expression somber as he had watched the dusted sunset greeting into another day that would lead to him trying to discover what eerie day mean to be loved by you. As it turned out, even the answer to life was something that was incredibly heavy and as compact and melancholic as much and as real as his love for you and how he let it from you; a truth so compact that it felt inherently mourning in and of itself.

You gazed down at him, and his eyes winced up as he continued to take a shaky edge of his rasped breath while his body continued to pant under yours, your eyes blinking down at him you dug you essence into your bond, the inside of your eyes causing Bojack to feel as if he was in a surreal and other reality, much like he did on those reflective morning when he felt like the meholic business of Los Angeles, busy outward and empty inward, cause him to feel as if it were being reintroduced and himsellf rebroken to see it in a new way in its narrative entirely.

"Honey?"

His head title dup from the ground abruptly as he whispered the word, gazing up at you with trembling white eyes, voice childlike and rendered helpless out of his curiosity and of the love he felt that brought him to his most innocent core. His voice was practically choking out of his throat as he took you in, numb lips rendered speechless as he carried his desperate speech in action and word the same to you. There was a vague dead silence around the people that surrounded them now, although neither of them were aware of it. A tension was between them, yet it was a peaceful sort of irreplaceable tension.

You opened up your eyes for a moment at his softly spoken word rom his gentle tone, and though Bojack wasn't aware of exactly when he had whispered your name in between the gentle, soft quiet before the storm that was him and their desires, that simple look had all the answers that he needed that he himself didn't even know he was looking until he saw it in the glimpse of your gaze. What you did next was the simplest of actions, but it was all Bojack needed; it was a simple smile, and then a nod.

"It's okay, Bojack."

"Oh." His ears splayed back, the name touching the gentleness of your tone somehow changing, for at least a moment, the otherwise erratic broken, grotesutue and what he and others found repulsive and wreckless that made up his headspace and the way he saw his story. "Sure."

He didn't know what he needed reassuring on what was okay, but he felt a certain kind of stillness overcome his chaos as his desperate gaze keeping on her. He blinked rapidly at you for a moment as he felt another slew of chaos go through his midn, but he already knew that those words were the answer that he had been looking for in his reckless inseucirty. He had already received it before you had even spoken it; blinking at him with all of the softness and tenderness that he had ever craved. Bojack allowed himself, in the middle fo your lovemaking and the peaceful waves of them, to simply take in the silent permission; and then, with a newfound determination as he up at your chest as the film of moisture between your bodies, he pressed forehead up against your own.

"You're right. I shouldn't worry. Not just about tonight. Everything."

"Every morning." Your voice humemd as you allowed your forehead to meet across Bojack's, your head titled across his snout as your eyes closed as eased across his forehead. "Every morning you ever worry, thinking you would be better off keeping me in bed while you go out to the balcony and allow your narrative and the heavy flawes that make up your perception, I want you to come to me. I want you to let me love you, hold you, know you. It's the only thing that will ever save me, too."

Bojack moaned up against you as he began to press his own heat further against you body. You felt so delicately and beautifully fragile over him,, and although he couldn't quite understand why he felt such a tender sensation go through him that was better than any drug or any escape, any alcohol that he had ever drank-he didn't need to understand it. What was important was that it was okay. What "it" was, he didn't quite know; perhaps it was all the chaos of life that he had succumbed to previously-perhaps it was his insecurities that lead him through a chaotic life more often than not. Perhaps it was the people in front of him that was preventing him from being his truest self, such as it had ever been. But either way, he felt as if he was truly and utterly valid in that moment in that soft and irreparable way that was only existent in these moments were the both of you allowed yourselves the richness of knowing and focusing ont he details of one another; even within the awkward context of the situation.

He thrusted his hips into you with another thrust, as if to prove something; your hips jolted up again as your palms gripped onto his skin, and your head turned back onto the curve of his neck as your lips trembled and eased across his neck. Speed that not even you had expected made your breath hitch as you let out a gasp and threw your head backward, gripping your hands further into his starved skin. Bojack bit down on his lip as he began to let out his own soft edged whimpers that were emotional enough that it almost felt like a physical blaring sign of how much he was being vulnerable, even for himself; how beautiful it was, and he felt, somewhere in the back of his consciousness, that the people would somehow pick up on it, even as he felt your love being made to him that he knew that desire in and of itself was a sign that he could't accept being fully loved, or even knew that that meant.

One of his countless past girlfriends might have been present at the party, drunk and high and seeing him for the mocking spectable he had fallen into in his wreckless notion that this would have, somehow, been a good idea. He might even be able to hear them; he smirked at the thought. His hand gripped against your back as his snout eased back into the curve of your neck, fingers easing across the back of your head as he kindly brought you into the curv of his cheek, trying to find his own grounding and comforting in the middle of ideas that were quirky and challenging, but nonetheless still troublesome in a way that made him crave to want to keep himself by you as much as he was able to, to find that peace in the middle of what made up a wreckless and superficial life and the people in it; the same way he had felt something that was impossibly ending and reached the end of the chaos of the day through the way his body was rested onto the mattresses in the middle of the night, his eyelids drunek and heavy and superficial and teaisng, his laugh gruff and chuckled a shis teasing durken eyes had played across your hips as you had tripped over one another's feet and had brought him onto the bed, your kisses pressed across his cheek, your words promising that he would never know how wonderful he was and how profoundly loved he was and increiable he always would be; after a lifetime of emptiness and detachment and of benign wrecked, he would always match the energy of that of which he had believe adn been told he was, and such as it was he would never be able to be or see the man you were meant to love; and you would tell him in the same night of entalnled palms and stumbling thighs and the sweating twist of the sheets and of his underwear that that was alright just as well.

Bojack chuckled drunkenly as he eased his snout across your neck, pressing his face into the curve of your body as you continued to allow yourself to be spoiled by his kisses, bruises, and his thrusts all at once, feeling the strike of the heat go through your body as you pressed your head backward on the wood, your fingers pressed further into his mane, your thighs grippingthe love handles and the soft flesh of his body. He was pressing himself on your at such an incessant speed that the floor underneath them was becoming slick with the moisture of your bodies, his thighs easing agaisnt the ground with the occasional abrupt push from one area to the other-after one particularly large thrust of himself into you,he let out another shaky intake of a breath as he continued to press himself further into your thighs.

"I don't wan to lose our story. My story that led me to you."

Bojack's head tilted across your cheek. A soft, timid edge of a chuckle left his lips. "What?"

"All these people, every one every day in general, really. As much as time psses, no matter how much things change, I want to make sure that we stay together, know one another, and out own specific feeling of our stroy and how its felt for me to love and to discover you-I never want to not know that feeling. I want you with me every day, the feeling I had when I could feel my own narrative of my life reopen the second I met you, in whatever way that looks like as tiem passes. I want it to be the same in my memory at its core-the simple freshness of starting to know you, the way it changed into something impossibly deeper over time, and the the every dary carrying of warmth through the darkness and stafance and cold that could have been there otherwise to take me whole."

Bojack's eyes eased across yours, expression emotionally intleligent as much as it was compelling and taken, gentle. He titled his head as his lip curved up. "Why are you telling me this right now/"

"That's my fear." Your head titled across Bojack's snout as he closed his eyes, giving a shaking breath as he closed them as leaned his snout across yours. "There's nothing that could hurt more than an unlived life, and you are my wholly lived and known lfe. I never want to be without the small emotional inticmies that have made me knowing you be what ti si; it would kill me, the grief, or I would no longer be mysef. Through loving you my soul has expanded across anything comprehensive, imploded across the world and rather than feeling compact and small, I feel full odimpsolive individual life and nuance and details that give me the power o know I'm love,d beleiieve in myself and cause me to implode across the expanse of what would have been a world that would have mad eme nothing but a nothing eating inside of itself. You've given me control over my emotions, the complexity of them, the expanse of them, and my love for you is all I ever needed, or could ever want."

"No." Bojack's lips curved up, meeting the gentleness in his eyes as his impossibly tender smiile curved up, ears flicked back as his hand squeezed yours. His voice was trembling, but his tone deep, charismatic and soft. "That was always there. I was just someone who…made you feel like it was there. I guess. But I wouldn't do all that."

You breathed in, turning into a sigh as your breath eased shakily across his snout, turning your head forward as palms eased across hs cheek.

"That sigh tells me everything I need to know. But I do know it's true. And I don't want you following some fake, self projected message and to have it..not be that, later on."

"I don;t fee that way. I never have felt that way. Not tonight, not any night, Or anything you think you 'pulled' that could cause me to feel that way."

"Yeah?" His head titled up, eyes encased into a guide of his own challenger as he eaed his head forward. His palms leaned eased forward and caressed across your palm, catching your hand against his own grasp as he titled his head and his questioning vulnerable eys at you as they gazed at you in question. "Tonight was only one night. Tomorrow who knows what I;ll come up with. And with the way I am and recognize myself I know that you know that is only starting."

You didn't say anything, your expression only turned over in Bojack's own clear fight of his disappointment within himself as his distant eyes threaded across your expression. There was some muttering and talking around the two of you that was emitting from the crowd that, despite the amount of concentrated richness between you, was breaking through the fog of both of your bonds, one of which was increasing in its interrupting chaos even among the usual trash and encouragement of the voices-Bojack was vaguely aware of that- but neither of you especially cared, nor did you need to. Your conflict concerned only the two of you, and there was a deep sense of the need to focus on that rather than to deny it or to spew it out into the unnecessary people around Bojack that, as easy as it was for them to catch his attention and to disarray it out into the wrong places, was irrelevant towards any genuine progress he could make if he were to have the self control of focusing solely on the love between the two of you, and all the emotional richness and nuances that came from it. He continued to allow the rhythm of his hips to guide you both as his member pressed against your every tender spot that he had memorized better than the back of his hand or even any negative mental pattern, feeling the pressure building up between your own legs with your head and desire between the thickening rhythm of your bodies as your thighs conuited to wrap around his love handles with an insistent pressure.

He could already feel himself climax, incredibly quick as it rushed through his body, enough that it broke through whatever conversation emotionally had been emitting between you both a moment before, and with a sudden sharp intake of a breath did Bojack breath in sharply, snapping his head back as his eyes closed while his head feel intensely on the floor behind him, your hand being pressed firmly from the back of his head and the pressure of his head suddenly slamming onto the ground. Bojack's eyes kept open between his eyelids as his eyes squinted as he opened up his eyes and grazed your chest with a wrecking gratification of his shaking palms on your quick panting breath that told him he could come as quick as he wanted, as fast as he needed to, without feeling bad about it. There would have been a fear of shame before in hs life, and the thought of being vulnerable, in nay way and with any woman, would have been unbearable; but as it was now the emptiness of being alive and barely comforted by anything other than the focus on you in the specific way you helped one another, in the way you loved and guidied each other that caused any emabressement to now be propelled forward by the want of celebration of what he could show off to the majority where previously there had only been a constant embarrassment and a sense of emptiness of anything he could ever give other people.

He took the invitation in full. With intense, rasped, shard intake of a gasp did he feel his semen rush inside between your thighs, his eyes widened as he head eased up from the round panting of his stomach that eased across the tip of your own panting body while your fingertips squeezed further on his mane and your hands gripped onto his shoulders as your hips buckled under his form. Your eyes began fogged over with lust as your mouth opened, face thrown opened into a sudden shock of the feeling of the specific warmth Bojack's intimacy and the sharing of bodies gave you. Bojack felt the softest humor of his eyes ease into his expression as he gave a vague raspy chuckle, meeting into his humored expression as he felt his own body buckle under the beautify of the love you were making. Your head titled forward as it rested across the curve of his neck, letting out your own soft, weakened moans as Bojack settled for easing his last few thrusts across your hips, feeling both his freedom and his healing and comforting of spirituality and his head turned up to the sky as he watched the multi colored expanse of it reflected against his expression as his head turned back and tfelt the way your fingers kept gripped intnesly only his shoulders and the back of his mane.

He contend to let out his rhythmic breaths of his itneisnity as he felt the way your rhythm begant o respond gently to the thrusting of his hips, slowly, until the both of you began to ease into a calm agreement between your hips as the energy of your bodies rested into a soft cocnlsuon rom the climax. Bojack continued to press inside of you with the thrusts of his hips with a newfound speed, making him let out a grunt as his hips were abruptly and smoothly pressing against yours in a heated and satisfied fashion. The pleasure that overcame your bodies was so great that it was almost too much for Bojack to take; a certain blindness overcame him as stars spoiled his vision that complemented the sky but came from his own pleasure as he felt the warmth of his seed being fully accepted by your body as the rhythm of the focus of one another and the detail of how you loved each other kept that same grounding and humanity in what was otherwise the expanse of emptiness around them, and finally did the last of the rushing warmth of the liquid finish flying into you as Bojack felt his body tremor under the implosive feeling of intimayc between your fingers on his skin and the shaking of your pleasured bodies. Your mouth trmebled, eyes fluttering as your expression ased across Bojack's as he his eyes, apologetic and satifisted with his rich grace turned up to you to meet across your eye,s a silent agreement of bonding between you both as to what occurred as Bojack's plush stomtahc continued to breath across your panting chest, the feeling of intimate warm bodies and the incessant beuaty that caem from two people at the bring of their pathetic, helpless, and unimrpessive humanity and suffering beig brought ot the brink of beauty that the universe rewarded for souls such as the two of them.

"I've found myself lost a lot in life. And I didnt…didn't think that it would ever get to the point where there would be any grace to losing myself. Everytime I lost something or someone, which was most of the time, I always had to deal with the feeling that maybe this time nothing human or worthwhile would come to replace it. I knew life was always changing but I'd always think maybe this time nothing will happen or will give me a new sense to have that grounding." He winced, Teeth poked as his eyes turned up to you as he raised his shoulders up from the ground, eyes winced as the wet profoundly of them eased across your expression as your hips leaned back, taking in his own patning as his chubby mold of a helpless form concenrntrated on the feeling of your touches and skin. "You'e the most fulfilling person or anything to come along and to fulfill that feeling. Maybe you always were and everything I kept losing, every pothole of nothingness i feel into was-" A slew of panting breath, head titled a steeht poked "Something that could alow me to think that maybe-there was a reason for all of that of something that would be genuinely fulfilling."

Your eyes searched his, tinted in red as your kept your hands on his mane to keep him grounded anf focus don you in the middle of his tremble body and no doubt chaotic mind.

"And you're worried about the punishment that will come out of that that will be even more violent because of how much you know there is to lose."

Bojakc winced, teeth poked as his body raised further from the ground. There was a soft ompinscence of his own begging in the puffy wince of his eyes, a drokiness to his timidness that made him the most precious to love.

"Sweetheart, I've been trying to tell myself my entire life that this narrative of there being something that's the answer, something worthwhile that dchanged evry other problem was just a sick man's wishing of wishing that was a thing when I was told from myself and so many others so many times that there wasn't. And I don't want to keep believing that, because for the first time in my life-I feel it more than anything-I know how…wrong that is." His eyes were distant in his thought as they flicked in front of him with the chaotic distant of his eyes as his teeth poked as the muscles on his expression cramped in his thought. Your hand eased across his cheek, brining his chaos back to you as his eyes turned up to your expression again, eyes dimmed ad ears lowered. His hand reached out and pressed across your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"No matter what happens, I can say you were worth whatever pain comes out of it." HIs eyes turned down, expression distant as his ears splayed back. "For the first time of anything I've ever felt about. It is-terrfying. But for the first time, I fell like I have something that gives me something that makes me human. Healthy. Better. Not a cheap distraction or something to fill me up only for a minute. And I want to let everyone know that. I feel like through that…somehow, maybe, I can start to keep falling into that sense of home that you keep talking about when you're with me. I feel it, too, and I want to be able to believe it, not just in the soft secret way, but entirely." His ears lowered back, a pout across his face, and with the most vulnerable and authentic humanity of helplessness inhis expression, the lowering of his ears, the poke of his teeth and the soft insistence of his wet eyes and the worlds of emotion and of human depth that were in them, he knew with the love in your eys that he was in that moment, as every intimate moment you ever shared or ever would, the most adored and loved man alive, and the closest thing for the most impossible thing for most to access: irresistible soft humanity.

"You could break me with the way you look right now." It was spoken as a whispered statement as the edge of warmth left your eyes, easing across him in exhaust as your body lost all its weight in the wake of you taking in his feuatres. "We have pletly more soft afternoon, sunset tinted walks of my hand in your warm, chubby soft palm, of your apple pattered pajama pants crinkeld from sleep with you holding me, one part of it infolded one on stocky thigh and eone side of your white sleep shirt tucked into the other side of your hip, your soft robe lazily clad around your shoulders that smells like the feeling of our sheets holding one another and of the swat of our skin that comes with both the trouble and the intimacy of the night or the afternoon, the look of your own and puffy dry eyes and the splay of your mane and the dry charmatsc emotionall wisdom you hold that's so compelling, the hand grace of your snout an the soft humanity to it that comes from your clumsy flaws." Bojack's lips tugged into a soft grin. "And when you tell something that' supposed to be funny, or I say something that I know is funny-"

"-That cocky look that takes your eyes, the quirky playful raise of your eyebrows, yoru white teeth turning up into your own playful grin and that cocky smirk that easing across your expression." Your head turned up against his snout, Bojackc losing his eyes as his own complicated humanity in his essence titled downward as his snout eased across your forehead, your palm easing across his cheek as your thumb caressed his cheek. "All of it, my angel."

He let out a deep sigh, a vague laugh leaving his lips as his head titled across your face. A gasp left his lips in th middle of his soft laughter as he felt himself go limp entirely until your touch while he fell up against your own body, shoulders being the only thing that caught him as his body raised in front of yours only a few inches away. You let out a shuddered and defeated breath as your breasts raised up under his own sweating body while he sat upm chests panting and with your hand slicked against the sweat of his body as he felt the panting of his rbeath ease across his face. Your hands were pressed now against the black coarse hair of his chest, and Bojack blinked rapidly as some of the red fog began to fade away from the intensity of the intimacy. He felt nothing now except for the perfect gratitude that he had been lucky enough to find a soft and gentle heaven as it mixed in with the sensation of exhaustion. He knew you felt much of the same as you et out your own strain of a sigh, pressing your fingertips into the soft as you ketpt gripped onto that heaven btetwen the both of you that existed, despite the bittersweetness that the two of you were aware that would always follow the life and world you lived in. Your palms pressed against the plush of his chest as you cradled him from the back of his neck, both of your breaths easing across your faces as your bodies swayed between one another, his member b=slicking out between your thighs as Bojack coughed between his timid rhythm breaths. Your eyes opened and met his as his expression eased upward, winced as his eyes met yours as he managed his own broken smile while his lips raised up, his conflicted eyes meeting across yours as your expresson met the timid exhaust of his eyes and the temporary release of relief that was in them as he gave another awkward chuckle of his lips. His ace was both pathetic and full of his own conflicted humanity as he coughed again in the middle of his rasped breath as his head title downward, coughing awkwardly as his expression winced, and your face eased away from his expression as he allowed him to pant to reoclec himself as his plush stomach curved across his chest. His eyes opened more as he began to come back to himself, the heated conflict in his expression turning to an anticipation as he kept his snout firmly eased across your forehead. There was a soft warning to your breath as you watched him, but along with it was there an encouragement, and you could see the anticpaitoin in his eyes and turning to the crowd beside him. His ears splayed out as his head turned, slowly, over to the people, eyes coming back to himself form the maddening fog that had been inside of him before as he turned his anticipating eyes to the people, eyes winced and sickly-but there was a sense of him wanting to see the full response to the vulnerability you two had shared.

There was a hesitation to his eyes as his teeth poked as his eyes darted across the crowd, one chubby hand reaching out as it squeezed across your palm, and you squeezed back as he dared to lift up his eyes and looked out at the crowd up around him, his eyes blurring slightly from the impact that he had just endured. You stopped for a moment as your eyes turned across his stout fingers that were easing across your hands, your fingertips eased across his skin as you felt his hands squeezed across your palm, hesitainting for a moment as you felt your own anticapiton. You knew btoh of you anticmpaiton their reactions was something that was naive and almost childish; they wouldn't be able to pick up on what Bojack wanted them to from something as superficial, comical and trashy, as much would put it, as making love in front of them. Their entertainment would, no doubt, be something that would be the equivalent to a quick buck and conevrsaiton the neck day at best, if even that, and forgotten as quickly as it came. Bojack's cynicism was more than correct in musltiple circumstances.

But you found your cursitry getting the best of you, your head easing beside Bojack as your cheek leaned across his skin, his breath coughing as he tried to recollect himself, the wiegtht of your cheek firmly easing across his skin as his head titled over to the crowd.

The way their eyes looked was something that sent a feeling of white shock through you as your eyes eae across the expaonse of the worn down and drunken wastes of bodies, successuly having thrown another night over their shoulders of their ripped clothes and their comaplceny of finding a snes eof home in their reckless uncaring and movements of one another as clothes were changed into nothing but fingerholes for the other just as equally wasted partner, craving depth even as they went from one superficial and manic activity and over to another. Your eyes snapped across them as you heard Bojack's own panted breathing across the air, your hand squeezing against his skin as your body readjusted across his stomtahc as you took in the eerie air. The fog that was taken inside of the people's eyes was as disturbing as much as it was inhuman, and the silence that eased across the crowd increased as the voices easing across the air began to settle into something that was more somber, even reflective. Granted, inside of Bojack's house was there still the same impsulive and uncaring , crossfaded crowd, hands being thrown up and banged across backs as bodies contuiend to intertwine agaisnt one another, heads flown back right along with the bottles in their hands as their careless wrekclessness contuiend as it always did. But a somber silence in the crow doutside, replace donly by the occasional small talk, was a contrasted silence as people talked quietly between one another, og flashing of a purple hue and of other colors of an orange hue that was only vibsible through the turning of their heads towards the other as they began to get themselves up rom the ground.

Bojakc chuckled, awkwalrdy, his eyes wincing up as he gave a shattered laugh that showed off his clumsy attempt at breaking through the air.

"So that was cool, right? Way to try and bring the place banging down for the night. No better way to get that quick last minute buck you wanted."

Bojack's words only hung in the air unresponsive, hanging anf as irrelevant to the people as they turned their heads to one another as they leaned down and begant o collected their things from the ground, several getting up as their conversation hung in the air, eyes turning between the both of you, and Bojack feeling that odd dread going through him as he saw the hint of the hue of their eyes that seemd rendered inhuman teasing across their expression as they began to get themselves upward. Bojack's eys winced, and his expression turned back to you in his own unceirnity, teeth poked again and expression clumsy.

"Um." HIs hand squeezed across your palm, eyed winced as his expression eased across your palm. "Weird way to end something like this-in total silence and complrle unrepsoinve…well, anything, really." His voice became drier as he spoke, his voice cracked as his dry eyes eased across your hand.

"They got what they wanted. That's the only thing they care about-literally. They don't want to entertain either of us."

Bojack's eyes darted in tender disbelief.

"Yeah, but-" His eyes winced as he turned his head towards the moving crowd; alrweady were most starting to get themselves up. "I didn't think it would be so..literal. I've bene used plenty times but small talk was always something that usually came after. And they seem..uncomfortable. But not in a bad sex kind of way. Like in a…weird space shit kind of way. Not unlike that woman that we talked to earlier." His eyes turned back to you, expression raised up with an uncertain glint as his hands squeezed on yours. "You feel that, at all?"

"Where is she?" Your eyes wre darting across the crowd in your curiosity. Bojack's head turned as he followed your eyes across the moving crowd. Bojack wicked as he tried to see throug the blurriness of his vision as best as he was able while his eyes shot over he moving crowd, the people reaminign settling for giving Bojack and unreadable look as they snapped their preioulsy snapping phones shut as turned their had to the shoulder beside them, easing their bodies across their partners as they setteld for either quiened small talk or for pressing their own tiniamcy against hier partners.

"Jesus. I did not think a little bit of typical sex having would make all these annoying people this sober. If I had known that I would have done it ages ago."

"I don't see her. Or her husband-the lemur man." Your head turned dot Bojack, his graceful but worn snout and the squinted of his delicate eys turned over ro the crowd as he raied himself off of the floor, his eyes darting across the crowd as he searched frantically across the moving bodies.

Bojack leaened his body further up. He gave a soft intake of breath as he tried to reconcentrate through the blurriness of his vision the crowd that was surrounding his eyesight as he rubbed his eyes, trying to refocus from the fog that had eased across his vision a second ago. His eyes blurred across the crowd as he found the same place here he ha remembered the woman witht he figgy distant eyes had sat, her red pained lips eased into a strain across her face with the bobbling of the lemur man following behind her. He felt his eyes wide and teeth poke out further when he saw the sign of the disgsunished bop of her red cut hair beginning to walk its way a few inches from where she had been sitting a moment before, her slender body raising itself up as her hands, pale and untouched by te rest of the grittnes surrounding her, began to raise herself up as she began to ease herself through the messnes sof the crowd surrounding her. Behind, the bop of the lemur man as he followed behind her, his eyes wide and full of his relfelctive clairty as he stepped over his feet and contuiend to follow behind her.

"Honey." Bojack's eyes widend as his hand reached forward, pressing on your shoulder as he gave you a squeeze. Your eyes were turned further out into te driveway, and you blinked rapsily as you felt Bojack's palm easing across your shoulders as he pulled you back in. His eyes winced as he coughed and raised himself clumsy back up into a sitting psootion, head snapping back over to where he had seen the woman walking her way past the rest of the crowd and theri ripped bodies and stumblign druken forms; his ears splayed back as his expression tried to figt through the fogginesx of his vision as he tried to pinpoin where she had ben a moment before.

"She was right there." Bojack's eyes widned as his head curved back to you, giving a shaky breath as your eys turned back over to the crowd. His eys winced as his palms eased across your shoulders and gave you a squeeze. "The women you wanted, the weird guy who kept spewing out his weird phsilisophy forms. Those were the people you wanted, right?"

Bojack's voice was trembling and tender in the way that caught your sense of protection for him instantly as your eyes turned over the crowd. Bojakc snapped his own drunken eyes back to to it as his eyes flared up as snapped across the moving space. His ears lowered as he tried to pinpoint where the women had been, but there was nothing but empty space now where the slender form of her distingsuied body and the boucnig following of her husband had been present a second before.

"They-" Bojack's clumsy timid voice cut off, ear slowred as his eyes eased over the disappitiing crowd in a somber dim reflection. His head turneed back ro you as his eys winced. I'm sorry. I thought-"

"It's alright." Your head turned back to Bojack, and how apologetic, timidn and uncertain his expression was in every detail that showed off the true tender of his clumsy heart to meet a just as clumsy modled body turned your attention back over to him as the back of your hand met across his cheek with a soft caress. Bojack closed his eyes, giving out a rasped breath as he did so as he breathed out his lips, head turned down as his cheek elaned across your fingers. "It dosen't matter who they are or where they are, anyway. They're just one of the countles strangers we met here tonight."

"Don't give me that." Bojack's eyes eased up, still the softest thing in their emotional apology, but there was a sense of edge to his voice as his eyes turned up to your expression. "You can see it too, righ?" His head turned back to the crowd. The flashes from the camera had stopped entirely now. "The weird look in their eyes. The way we respond to how we have sex. It looks weird, right? Like somehting that look in the woman's eyes had earlier?"

His voice was pitched in his worry, and it was tender and lovable enough that you breathed out a soft laugh and eased your hand across his cheek as you upped it.

"I think remembering that everyone here is drunk and high off of our ass is a good way to think about anything

'trippy' that could happen tonight, darling."

"Yeah, but-I know you see it, too. And after everything that happened tonight?" His hand squeezed further on your own, eyes timid in his want of conviction as his eyes flashed across yours.

"Shit."

One of the men spoke with a distant swear and a chcukle out of his lips, tripping over his feet as he began to separate himself from the crowd. Bojack's attention was drawn to something more dry and unimpressed as his eyes turned over to where he could hear the swaying of the man and the kicking of bottles respond to the stumblr of his body as he began to trip hismelf through the discarded beer cans and bottle,s joints nd thrown bras tha made up the wast eof the night. His dimmed and foggy eyes threaded between yours as he gave a chuckle that spewed out from messy lips. Bojack winched as he turned his head up, eyes meeting the man's swaying body as the man walked up to you in hearing distance.

"Nice moves you got there, you little animals."

Bojakc's eyes dimmed down, hands squeezing further on your palms.

"Yeah, thanks. I was hoping it would pierce something into this aimless drunken night that I normally wouldn't tolerable."

"Nice moves. Little clumsy dn gross, though." The man drunkley waved hs hand btween the both of you, stumbling back as he gave a hitch of his breath.

"Yes. Hoping that half drunk off of their ass and commenters like you coming up and bothering us with this kind of amazing quality talk was definfitevley on my wife and I's top protioty list of what we hoped would come out of his long term."

Your hands squeezed across Bojack as your fingertips slides across his palms, seerving as a warning to keep himself caled. The man chuckled as his five o' clock shadow and the drunken spew of the edge of his eyes cntuiend to trip over himself as he flew his hand in front of you both. Bojack's eyes wined in vague disgust as he watched the splay of the man's arm.

"I'm sorry, was that gesture supposed to be something that was communicative? Because it comes across more like you were having a stroke."

The man let out a dumb breath, tone clumsy and disarrayed as his tone spewed our from his lips, unpleasant enough to hear it that it caused Bojack's snout to ease back in his own reactive disgust, You smiled, vaguely uncomfortable yourself but feeling the welcome to the man and his tumbling cusitory.

"We're glad you come." Your tone was more civi and welcoming than Bojack's as your warm, foggy and cclalry detached eyes turned up to him. "Thank you for being a aprt of this."

Bojack;s head turned a she heard your words, his eyes lowering as he kept his fingertips caressing on your palm. The man cocnuitne dto let out his ugly, druken laughs, several people behind him picking up on the energy as their words and laughter breathed from the other side of the room. Bojack could barely see him through the fog of his eyes, but he managed to make out the durkne man's stumblign for as he squinted his eyes from across the driveway to hae focus on the other people occupyin the party, raising his eyebrows as he did so in a vague orm of judgemnt and attempt of separation towards the man and the rest of the crowd, despite having his own body sweat induced and easing against your palm in a gentle pressing of his grasp on yours.

"Nice moves, you said?"

The man chuckled, voice even more erratic and grotesque in its bloating with stimulants than before.

"Incredible!"

Bojack hardly seemed complciemne dby the man's slurred words, one eyborow raising up and his expression dry and unimpressed, but he was asking for a reason, and there was the want of valdiaion under the lack of his impression. Your head laned forward as you pressed a kiss on his cheek.

"Well-" Bojack gave a vague shrug of his shoulders, his body leaning into yours as he leaned his cheek against your lip, his hands pressing against your palm, eyes still distilled and distant but with the vague look of something lighter in them at the man's words. "That was the entire point."

The man threw his head back, hand gripped on the side of the bottle tha he leaned forward for and gripped his hands on. He stepped over his feet as his head swayed, eyes darted into a foggy disgust as his body swayed in his drunken superior.

"Well, you'd be right, then. You did make that point!" He gave a gruff and chuckled laugh, throwing the bottle across Bojack's shoulder. Bojack's eyes widend as he ducked under the sudden movement of the bottle, whipping across his shoulder as his head snapped over to where the bottle had been thrown and crashed. His eys winced as he snapped his head over to the man.

"Take it-easy, maybe?" His eyes turned over to the man, eyes winced as he flared his eyes across the man, who continued to stumble across his feet as he gave a gruff and abrupt chucke, arms swaying as his eyes were discolored in his drunken superior. He snapped his hands over to Bojack, hands lazily slapping over to Bojack as he kept his body swayed forward and stumbled over his feet.

"You made a point about showing off how much you want to fuck your wife and her bitch ass. That was somehting!" The man gave a gruff chuckle, his body still swaying across his feet as his eyes darted between the both of you. "Great job." He reached out to his pocket, threading his fingertips against his phone as his foggy eyes eased across the screen, fingers tapping against it. He slurred as he turned the phone over between the two of you, one being a photo of you topping against Bojack. Bojack's eyes flared into an even harder squint as he watched the phone while it was turned over to both of your visions. The imagine of your chest easing across Bojack's body was blaring between both of your visions, and your hand gripped further ont Bojack's mane to try and stop that disgruntled sound of dusgut that came from his lip.

"Incredible moves, bro. I'll give you that." The man's lazy lip rasied further into a grin as he turned the phone back to his swaying eyes. As the phone flashed across his vision and his eyes eased across the screen, there was the vague flash across his eyes, the same purple hue in his eyes that had been there previously as his fogged eyes snapped across the screen, a glint of his eyes white and not unlike the stars Bojakc had seen reflected against this eyes when he had been pelausred by your body. The look was enough for Bojakc to take a sharp intake of breath, and even you had your own tension as your palms gripped firmly on his shoulders as you felt the sudden wave of the abrupt feeling of an overwhelming wave overcome you at the look of the deep hue of his eyes and the feeling of both fear and a profound overhlwmeing flow through you at the sight of it-not unlike the way making love to Bojjack or spending time with your body eased across his stomach or your hands on his palms did in the middle of the night, or the disquiet feeling of watching him by the slinging large doors while he leaned his body across the balcony in the middle of the exhaust ridden day or the organt sunset with the yellow light complimented against the edge of the lovable melcholocy of his body at the end of a long day or at the start of the morning.

But the astral feeling of that compact, overwhelming feeling was one of something that held more fear to it than it did of anything that was something of a grounding and core promise the way that the observation of Bojack made you feel, or his own feeling of his focused concentration that came along with the core of your emotions as he knew you were focused on him. This one was full of some foolish teasing of something unknown, almost an odd mockery that flashed in the man's eyes as he kept his hands gripped on the phone in his drunken state-and once the astral project of the hue of his fogged expression was gone, there was nothing left but the mundanity of the man's drunken eyes and the emptiness within them.

Though it took Bojack to recollect himself from the flash in the man's eyes and that astral agaltic look of wonder, it was gone as quickly as it came, and as his fingers began to tease away from your wrist with his fingertips threaded across his palms he began to came back to himself as he relaxed against the ground, collecting himself as he felt that dry control come over him again, especially as the side of your face eased across the side of his cheek as your hand squeezed across his palms. It had been enough pfr him to remember what the lemur man had shown him; the sudden overwhelming feeling of what had seemd like some inner secret being ripped open in front of him with the galactic light and of the sudden illumination of the bodies and lives that had transcended and passed by him at a speed of light. But the feeling was gone as quickly as it came, just the way it was when the two fo you found that perfect emotional heaven between the two of you where there was that genre that lasted only for a moment of a profound compact beauty, only for it to be replaced by the shattered existence that came along with everything that made up a loud life.

"Whoa uh!" The man's eyes flared upward as the screen reflected across his eyes. He was swiping through the photos on his phone, and Bojack let out a gruff and exhausted breath as his eyes roled up.

"Yeah, we get it. You got something on your phone tonight that'll make your life for the next eight months. You're welcome."

"You could say that." The man turned the phone; it was the one that came from the inside from the intimacy you had shared inside. Bojack gave a sputtered cough as his eyes wided while he looked across the phone; it was a photo with your legs eased between his thighs and Bojack's head cracked back, eys rolled to the back of his head with his private parts clearly shown between the thrusting of your legs. "Check this one out. That'll be the talk of everything, I bet."

Bojack's eyes lowered while a dry exasperation took them.

"Sure. The talk of something to make you interesting. This was a great ight for charity for desperate and sad men like you."

"Sweetheart." Your hand squeezed on Bojack's, and his eyes wicked as his turned his head to you with his ears splayed back.

"What? He loves it." His dry expression turned to the drunken, swaying man. "That's why you came here, right? To get your interesting breaking news content? Well, you're welcome."

"Thank you for coming. W'ere glad you've enjoyed the night for what it is." Yoru own voice was wobblign and drunken but there was a sense of vulnerability to your voice that came across as politeness. Bojack's eys winced as he turned his expression to you.

"You don't have to be polite to him, honey. He knows what he's asking for."

"Are you kidding?" The man thrusted the phone back into his pocket, stumbling over his feet as he began to follow the rest of the cows that still remained by his side to the pen door leading back to the party inside Bojack's house, yellow light spilling out from it as he stumbled his way inside. "Best content ever. Thank ya, both."

Bojack's head turned to you, eyes dry as he gave a shrug.

"You see?"

You smiled bittersweetly, leaning your face forward as you pressed your lip onto his knuckles. His eys were dry as he watched you press your lips across his knuckles.

"Long as you're happy. That's the entire point of this for me, at the end of it."

Bojakc's eyes eased across your expression, conflicted and unreadable, but mostly drunken and exhausted more than anything else. "Is it?"

"Hey! BIg fat horse guy! Nice moves you got with your wife?"

The thrill voice of the woman was walking over to the both of you faster than either of you could even react; Bojack's head snapped over his shoulder as his eyes winced while he watched the women walking over to the two of you, phone raised up in her hand.

Bojack waved his hand dismissively. "No, no, that's fine, thank you. We've seen enough at this point."

"No-" The woman's eyes opened further as her eyes widedn, tripping over her feet as Bojack's attention turned to where the woman had her phone shakily grasped in her hand. Bojack's eyes turned to you as his hands gripped into yours, readjsuting as a point of relocating in his reassurance as his head turned over to the woman's phone. The woman's hands were shaking as she eased the phone over to his eyes, shaved in his face more than it was shown, enough that Bojack titled his head back as the blinding light polluted his eyes. Your head turned as you followed the wince of his expression as his eyes turned over to the phone, expression puffed as his eyes eased across the screen.

Bojack sputerd, his voice coming out in tumbling, awkward, and unsure stammers as he finally lifted his head up from where his hands were comfortably and tightly cradled on your own. The woman laughed as she turned her head back to the blinding light of the phone, the blue of it illuminating against her expression as her eyes eased up into a flair against the blue light.

"I know, right? When I first saw it I couldn't believe it. It's like a goddamn fucking lighter up party! Must have ben the lighting." Her words were coming out of a drunken and amused fog that capuslated around the foam of her mouth. She turned her phone back over to the two of you. Bojack's eyes wided further as he looked against the blinding blue illuamnting light, and the shock that crossed through him was evident as he looked at the screen. Bojack and you were in similar positions, but his body was turned back with his snout eased and reflected across the crowd that surrounded him, the blue light illuminating against the curve of his body and with your head titled across his thighs. From across both of your bodies was there the same silhouette that made up the woman with the red bopped hair and the illumination in the fog of her blue and striking eyes was the look of her form; but it was implosive with a blue illuminated light as it expanded across the crowd, the form of the curve of her body and the bop of her hair being the only thing that gave her away as someone who was recognizable as the woman Bojack and you had come to recognize.

"When did you take this?" Bojack's worried eyes and the soft edge of his broken tone of voice turned up to the woman, his palms squeezed across yours for comfort as you pulled your body urther against his stomtahc.

She shrugged as her blotted and smudge lip eased across her skin. "How should I know. I've been blasted all night."

Bojack's worried, distilled eyes eased across the phone, blank witht he dilated pupils on his expression as his eyes turned to her phone.

"Yeah, but-when you took this. Was it when we first started hooking up in front of everyone, or after?"

The woman chuckled, turning her head back as her eyes winced.

"Why does that matter?"

Bojack shrugged, expression worried and clearly affected, but having that abrasive defensuev to give himself a sense of control just as much.

"Why did you think coming over here to show us this mattered?"

"You wanted to do this to show us what you were capable of, right?" Her lips were pouted and her cheeks were bloated as her eyes beamed and turned back down to the phone. The blue light of the illumination from the woman in the photo was strong enough that it even reflected against the light of the woman's face as her bight eyes guided across the screen. "Incredible thing, too. I mean, it's probably just the neon light of the pool and whatever other party factors going on, but its still pretty cool, huh?"

"I don't remember seeing that." Bojack's voice cracked as he turned his head to where the woman had the phone delcialtley pressed in her hand, his palms eased across your hip as he kept you pulled inward across the intimacy of his skin. Your head turned closer against Bojack's chest to keep your eyes turned onto the screen, and his dim eyes followed yours as your eyes feel across the screen while you took in the image that Bojack was almost certain had the same message for you it did for him; at least as much as either of you were able to.

"Randy- that was really hot!" Another man with his arm draped across his lady cheered from the other side of the room, the woman stepped over her feet as she stumbled by him with her lips raised up in an equally drunken stuperor. "Like, holy shit! Can we see that again? You guys were super into it!"

Bojack blinked in surprise. Whatever dread or fear was in him from the photo or from anything that was occurring that night, the onslaught of the ego was enough to remind him of why he had done this to begin with. "It was?"

There was a hopeful edge to his tone, feeling relief that he was finally given the gratification that he wanted. The fact that he himself had thought of the idea had been enough to make everything about it seem as if it was at a further steak than it was previously; he had an abrasive need for proof that this was something he could say that, for once, was something that brought warmth to the both of you and was a good thing-there was a madness that was waiting to tease him on the other side if he didn't.

He had told you as much one night of drinks after the two fo you had had one of your lighter days of spreading flyers around the downtown part of Los Angeles and had come home with Bojack in a better mood than he had been after the trying affect that came atet existing for a day, the way his arms had eased across your hips as he had pulled you in with a raspy and heavily lidded and hooded charm as his lips had pressed against your mouth in intimacy, leading to his body pressed on yours with his air that had a profound human compact feeling to it that matched the eternal feel of his house at night, the way his arm eased across your hip as he kept his mouth pressed across yours with a body that was both intimate and clumsy in is molded chubbiness and chamratic and sohciaited at the same time as his breath rasped and eased across your mouth.

It was one of the only nights when he ever felt like that you would be tipsy enough to consider the idea; otherwise, he saw a wisdom in you, or at least thought he did, that was of genuine admiration for him of a thoughtfulness that didn't match well against his subcicnious shame for anything he could have thought of. But that night, when the idea was only gently flattered between the side events of walks that you went on together and with the side event of him putting flyers on the side of the street and pined up as an afterthought, having it be understood by the both of you that it wasn't a done decision yet, but that you were giving Bojakc all the elbow room he needed to decide if he wanted to trust something that was his diea or not without allowing it to tumblr into a thrawign self loathing disaster.

To some extent, even as he had spoken the suggestion to you in the middle of the moon and neon pool illuminated night, his palm against yours while he had talked to you in his charming and low rasped voice that spoke of his own signed emotionall intelligence in the middle of the night, his palm pressed on the warmth of your hand, his own impsulvivley suggested thrown idea of sharing champagne to one another more to soothe his own nerve rather than for reason, he knew tht you wanted to keep your sex life to themselves, and there had been an awkanrenss to his increased enthusiasm as the idea began to turn from something that was only a passing thought to something that was of more genuine full blown detail of what he wanted it to be and what i menat to him; after about ten champagne glasses in, he had abrutplty starrted to suggest, with a low throated and chuckled raso, about the idea of how much better he would feel if things were about your sex life together; how he could show 'those assholes who has given him a good kick in his groin' the majortyt of his life what it meant to him to now have something that he finally felt was human, truly worth showing off.

Although you were just as crazy as he was in many ways, he also knew how much you treasured the sex life you shared together, knowing that there was the core of that compact humanity and love tat was rich enough that it was only experienced between both of your bodies and the wave of how you made love and shared in the intimacy of one another through Bojack's clumsy anting and your hips making love to him in the middel of the night. Though Bojack felt the preciousness of those moments, you had felt it with a sense of more protection rather than something you wanted to splay off into ego, and he could feel just from how you talked how much you wanted to protect it from the world.

But Bojack had lived a long life of insecurity, and he had wanted to boast about what he had found with you, even when it came to how you shared and made love, and now he was getting it; that validation that he had, in fact, found something incredible, and now everyone needed to know it. He felt his heart quickening in its rhythm with excitement as he turned towards you, his eyes glimmered up with a boyish beam as his lip raised up into a fragile and precious boyish gleam.

"You mean it?" His eyes eased across the crowd as several more couples got themselves up, easing their hands against one another's palms as their eyes turned over towards Bojack's own eyes, which were now ones that was more of a drunken child more than anything else.

"Hottest thing I've seen in awhile. Especially from a man that I never thought I would see anything to be assciaoed with cool with." One man whipped the side of his jaw; Bojack could tlel just from the way his jawline was dressd and shaved that he had an especially clena shaven look to him that suggested wealth, and that meant important, and importance meant influence.

"Hey, babe." Bojack's words were whispered excitedly as he shook you while his head turned to you excitment. You granted him your own satisfied look to appease him, your eyes squinting with the excitement to order to fuel his own; he knew you loved him enough to encourage and transfer the excited feeling between both of your bodies as he gripped your shoulder and gave it a shake "Did you hear that? Our sex is really fucking hot! It's not just me! Other people are seeing this too! We rock, honey!"

He gave a low throated, rasped chuckle as he puled you against his arms, easing you across his cheek as a beam of a worn and excited smile eased across his wamr features, Your lips turned up into your own satisfied smile as you allowe yourself to be pulled in by his hands. He turned his snout back to the adults walking by the two of you wtith a newfound excited look, pumping his first as a smile plastered itself further against his face with that determined glint, childlike and carefree, and most of all-utterly content. "Boom! Did you all see that? That's a great goddamn headline you can put in your face later on in the morning!" His palms kept gripped on your shoulders as his excited eyes turned back to you. "We did it, baby!"

"Good." Your hand pressed on his shoulder that was shaking you, fingertips gripped onto a reassuring ease as you turned your fingers down and squeezed his hand. "That was the point of the night."

"You're happy too? You think this is a good idea?" Bojack's voice was breathless as much as the carefree boyish excitement on his face as he looked at you with a gleam of excitement eased across his eyes, ears splayed back as he watched you in his own adorable durken irreparable excitement.

"It think we all had a big night." You turned your head up to where the majorty of the party were starting to make their way inside, hands eassed into one another's palms as they stumbled their way inside and over to the warm glow of the illuminating night that came from the inside of the building. "We should try to work on getting ourselves to sleep."

You began to ease yourself off of Bojack's body-but his hand flashed out as his palm eased across your hand, eyes wincing as he kept his fingers squeezed onto yours. Your head turned down as you felt his fingers squeeze on your palm.

"Wait, honey. Before-" His eyes were taking a more apologetic and helpless route now as his eyes turned in front of him, and a rasped breath eased across his throat as he gave a vague swallow. "Before we go inside-you saw it too, right? The lady? I mean-the lights or whatever it is that you want to call it that were in the people's eyes; you saw it too?"

Your body kneeled down beside Bojack again, recingzining the signs that he was falling apart; his teeth poked, eyes wet and tiind as his expression eased across your eyes, his breath coming out broken and timid and worried as his wet eyes ease access yours.

"I just-I need to know you saw the same thing I did. The way they looked-their stupid gleam that seemed so much like that strange women's eyes before. That was there for you too, right?"

You breathed in as your hand eased across his shoulders, squeezing them as he gave you that wet timid look of his yes.

"I think we both need to work on getting inside."

You began to get yourself up, but Boack reached out a hand as he snapped it across your palm. Your head turned over as you allowed yourself to be brought back down to his palm, his breathing coming out in a pant as he eased his comact emotion across your eyes.

"Please, I need to know you saw it too. I need to know what I felt from that woman night wasn't me-I don't know. Dementia, losing my mind." A soft nervous breath, a timid ease out of his lips as his eyes eased across your expression with a timid nervous ease threading out of his lips. "I can't be alone with this."

"I did." You gave a small nod, your hand reaching out and caressing across his cheek. Bojacks own tender eyes eased down as his ears flicked back. "I ddi, and we can both try to talk about what we saw. But in the morning."

"That woman-do you think she's still here tonight?"

"We can try and see if she's still here by morning. We can take care of her, talk to her, do whatever it is we need to do-sound good?"

"Take care of her." Bojack chuckled as a lazy drunken humor eased into his eyes. "I didn't mean be her goddamn mom and dad. I just-" His fingers scratched his neck as his own eyes, more propelled and bulging and sickly than before, eased down in thought. "I don't know. That we shouldn't just let her go. Especially not after what happened tonight." He shook his head abruptly. "It dosen't feel right."

Your hands squeezed across his arms, pressing on them firmly to reground his own erratic energy towards the focus of you as much as you were able. Bojack's bosy twisted across his hips as he turned his head over to the crowd; the majortyy of them were already starting to make their way inside. You turned him away from the crowd as Bojakck's eys were dilated in dilated thought as he breathed timindly, eyes turned down as he gave anther nervous breath. You pressed your arms further up around his wais to guide him closer to you and the simplicity of your intimacy rather than the complciaiton of whatever he was worried about for the duration of the rest of the night. He let out a soft sound, gentle, uncertain, timid as you pressed him back against your breasts, the sweat that came from your intimacy and the breathing of bodies being delicatley eased through the cool breeze and adding a sense of a carefree intake against both of you despite the heavy trouble in Bojack's eyes. His eyes winced as he dressed himself back against your chest as you looked at his worried, worn eyes and the bags underneath them as he winced and turned his snout back up to you, sad and beautiful eyes of his gently trailed out from under the compelling illumination of the diamond of his snout. He blinked up at you with a curious tenderness while his snout rested on your breasts. You looked down at him with a warm confidence in your own eyes as your fingers eased across the side of his cheek.

"I can tell you want to reground me. In my chaotic, weird and useless worry." His voice was teasing in a soft and melcholic way as hisworn and sad eyes eased up t your expression. "It is working, as much and as well as it ever could, all things considered."

"Thank you." Your voice was soft, muttered as your fingertips caressed across his cheek, focusing on the sicklcy worry of what was considered his unremarkable face and the blotted bruises and wear of his expression; as far as you were concerned, you had never seen anyone more worthwhile. "I didn't realize how much I needed this until now myself."

His lip curved up into his cocky but tender grin as his eys lowered down in appreciation of your air.

"There's my superstar. That's the words I needed to hear to get me back from crackhead town."

His snout eased across your chest as he readjusted his body and eased his body up from your breasts, his mouth catching your yours as his ears flicked back, worn eys closed as he gave a rasped mumble of his breath against your lip as his hands cradled across your hips. A mumbled and clumsy rasp eased out of him as he gave a soft tease of a gentle breath across your lip.

Bojack felt tears sting at the corners of his eyes eve as they were closed and focused ont the intimacy of the heat against one another's lips.

"I want you now even more than I did."

His voice was gruff, charming and with agenueine charm, and even more importantly, want in his voice as his mouth eaed across your lips, heat threading across his heat and onto your mouth. But all he could manage for the time being was his forehead pressing against yours, the feeling of his drunken body and the exhaustion of the end o the night and of every action and event that had occurred starting to catch up to him more than he could be bothered to try and keep up with.

"But I guess we'll have to wait on that. I think we've had enough adventure for one night."

His voice was low and appreciative, attractive in his own soft charming appreciation as his snout titled across your face and pressed against it. His voice was full of its own tender exhaustion as he now allowed his body to press further against you, his own permission for you to take control of the rest of the chaotic night and take him to bed.

You smiled, grazing your fingers against his back. "You're ridiculous."

"Yeah." A soft durken humor to his voice. "But you love me for it." There was a pause as you felt his plush body readjust against your hands, a lovable and odd contrast to the handsome cuve of his body, even with the bags unde rhis puffy eyes and the depressionofhis eyelids and the vauge sagging chin under his snout. "Right?"

The insecurity to his voice only added to your softness as your gave a soft squeee of your hand across his hips. There was the understanding, as your arms eased under his arm while Bojakc grunted awkwardly and allowed his body to be raised up as he stumbled across the floor and over to your embrace while he leaned against you with that pant in his breath and his eyes squinted the way he stumbled across your body, teeth poked as he breathed in deeply for a moment, and then leaned his body uflly onto yours. What had been experienced and seen by others, and even one another, was the understatement of the love that you shared. Not only did he love you for it, but he was discovering more about himself everyday through it, as were you.

He smiled deeply against her lips as he pressed his mouth against yours one last time as his head titled towards you while both of your bodies began to stumble inside, teasing and pressing his warm and tired lips against your own mouth, grunting as he allowed you to guide him through the rest of what retained of the scattered crowd as they began to relocated inside. You let out your own quiet moan between lips as you felt the way that his kiss healed you, and Bojack felt the sentiment easing through his mouth as he felt the muscles ease down into a soft smoothijg ease of defeat nad warm appreciation for the night. His hands grazed the side of your thigh as you both made your way to the grey steps. The smile didn't leave your lips as you let out a gasp as his cock teased against her thighs one last time before you eased down and snapped up a shirt and pants to put on his body before you reache the last step tt he entrance, Bojack letting out his own disgutntled chuckled and effects from the tripping of hs feet as he made his way from one step and ove the other, He winced in question as he saw you hand the coat to him. His head swayed a he lazily swung his eyes over to your body.

"You want me to put on another drunken discarded couples' clothes for the night?"

"Only for the next few moments." You reache down as you picked up a discarded, ripped dress to show Bojakc you were doing the same. "We need something to put on if we wantto be taken even remotely seriously before we tell these people to leave."

"Really? All that-but now suddenly it's too bad being naked."

His eyebrows raised up as he raied himself upward a bit, then settled for a roll of his eyes as you gave him a look.

"FIne."

His eyes winced as he turned his expression over the clothes in his hand.

"But this is going to take a long time. Getting these idiots out, I mean. And I know this smells like cheap beer and not at least some better fine wine."

Bojack's hand eased across the shirt that you handed him, your own legs hopping into your dress as you gripped your hands around the dress and pulled it up your body. You wobbled as you swpt the dress across your breasts, stumblign over your feet as you felt the affects of the alcohol churning over you for a demanding moment as you felt your vision spin in the midst of seeing the stagnant light again.

"Whoa. Careful." Bojack's head titled over to you, his ow eyes ehxhusted with the aftermath of both the sex and the liquor catching up to his expression as he eased out a palm to press onto the middle part of your back. Your body stumbled back as you felt your heel tipping over the stairs, waving your hands out as you barley remanaged to reabalnce yourself into a standing position. Bojack gave a shaky breath as he reached out his hands to ease on your back, barely managing to catch you on your back with his other hand flashing out to your chest, chubby arms caressing across your chest as he pulled you back to the front open of the doors. Your hand shook as you reached your hand out, griping onto Bojack's wrist-you tripped again as you almost fell forward and Bojack gave an acurpt breath as he pulled you back into a standing position. His ears splayed back vaguely. "Or-don't."

"Just need to collect myself." Your eyes closed as you turned your head forward, swallowing as your fingertips gripped across his wrists.

"Yeah. I gathered that we're at the point of the night where we need to take this for what it and call it a night." He gave a gruff and conflicted breath as he started to guide you over to the open doors, your own eyes closed as your hand kept gripped on his arms, fingers pressing down on his skin as you tumbled over your feet and made your way over to the open doors. His eyes eased up to the party as his hands kept pressed onto your wrists while he started to guide you inside to the open doors, your body stumbling on his. Bojakc winced as he felt the tear of your dress ripping away from the fabric, from one of the countless holes that made up the fabric of you dress. He winced as he turned his eys down to where your bare feet had pulled at one of the countless holes in the stranger's dress.

"Yesh." He readjusted his grip on your wrists as he kept his hand pressed on your wrists, continuing to lead you inward. "Sweetheart, I understand the sentiment of what you wanted to do to wrap up tonight in at least a…somewhat recognizable dignified fashion, but you could have at least chosen a drunken stranger's shit that wasn't related to having said person's clothes shredded."

"Was the easiest ones that I could come by." Your voice was weak and detached enough that it caused Bojack's eyes to ease down in his reflective shame across his eyes as he gave a rasped sigh, gripping his palm further on your arms as he contuiend to guide you into the open doors until the warmth of the light began to flood where he began to carry you inside, his eyes winced as he eased his expression up while he took in the stagnant of the light of the yellow that surrounded the open room. The people that were left were just enough that there was still enough busyness from the people crowding the area that was of the same sentiment of what had been there earlier that night, the majority being the left over couples and some wandering people with their clothes ripped and tugged on from the rough nature that the night had put them through as thy stumbled across the floor with their hands and feet tripping over themselves as they crossed the tile floor.

"Ok. Ok-can we work on moving this party out, please?" Bojack's voice raised up, as much as the exhausted and cracked tone of his voice would allow as he elt it ease from the weight of his voice as he raised it upward and int the air. He gave a undertake of a soft breath as he readjusted his palm on your wrists and gave a squeeze, ears flciked back as his eys turned over to your arms and kept his hand eased across yours to kept your balance.

"Had enough for the distractions for the night, BJ?" A man with his baseball hat squng lazily across his head turned as his hips were swayed and eased across the couch, hand gripped forward as his other was laned across the slender woman's body. Bojakc's eyes flashed up as he looked over the crowd; as much as he was able to perceive given the blurriness of his vision and his lack of focus of what swirled around his eyes as his vision blurred across the crowd. As he took in the life he had lived, a sudden hit and wave of nostalgia waved over him as he felt it wreck across him for a moment; as powerful and as unwanted the feeling was, and as empty ad as long as the life he had suffered through had been, the reflection of the entire life he had lived in those four walls and what had made him that led to this life thwarted over him for a powerful wave of a moment as he felt it ease across himself.

Those soft pockets of sudden profound waves of reflection of the life that had made him who he was and how he had met you, a compact reflection of a painful but eventful rich life that had led to what he had with you, and even the end result of who he was as himself, had been occurring more and more since he had become introduced to you and as your love deepend, much like had been seemed like his privileged and eventful but failing consistently empty life had before.

"I think you were the ones distracting yourslees for the night for whatever cheap circle you have going on. You're welcome, by the way."

He grunted as he turned his head and pulled you by his side, your eyes closed now and cheeks flushed as you kept yourself eased by his arms while he pulled you in by the plush curve of his stomach. Several people in the party were already starting to disperse as Bojack kept hs grip on your palms, stumbling over one another's feet-but at least there was a sense of keeping each other focused and sharp while Bojack tried to focus on beng the one to take you to his bedroom.

"Honey." Your voice, weak and feeble as it was, caused Bojack to turn his head over to you with his ears lowered while his eyes eased across your face. The nosies of the couples that were still talking, noises chattering lowering than they were before but still loud enough, was enough to make him feel a strike of annoyance as he snapped his head over to the crowd.

"Hey, guys. Keep it low, please. If you're going to stay here to procrastinate on going to your shitter houses, I'd like to at least make sure that you do it recongzining that this isn't your place."

"Baby-" Your hand squeezed across his chubby palms, and Bojack's tender flared eyes eased across your hand, worry increased as he kept his palms regripped across your hand while you tried to ease yourself back onto his body, your balance losing itself through every step.

"Shit." He helped you stand back upright fully, worried eyes threading across yours as hs almond eyes became slightly more present across your stumbling sickly air. "What is it, sweetheart?"

"Make sure the woman stays here tonight, alright?"

The request caught Bojack vaguely off guard, but he gave a slight rasp and a nod of his head, his lips curving up into a soft agreement meant as encouragement as he saw your eyes meeting up to his while his ears splayed.

"Of course I will." His voice was tender as his hands squeezed across your palm. The tenderness of his eyes eased across your palm as he gave a slight caress of his fingertips. "But let's get you to bed, alright?" He grunted as he pulled you closed to his embrace, easing his palms across your body as you stumbled across your feet while he pulled you into the cracked open door to his bedroom. "I don't need a wife stumbling and tripping over herself and having to deal with all these strangers on my floor all at once."

You murmured something incoherent, your eyes already falling back into your drunken state as your pale cheeks eased across Bojack's arm. He grunted as he stumbled you inside the master bedroom, his worried eyes easing across your pale detached expression as he kept his hand squeezed onto yours to keep you balance.

"Suprised you're able to keep yourself focused between the two of us."

Your eyes darted up to Bojack, a vague amusement on the curve of your lips as you stumbled your feet and over to the side of the bed.

"Someone has to be. We can both made bad decisions, but that dosen't mean that we get to allow both of us to be too drunk off of our ass too much to take care of one another."

You laughed, roughly, as your feet stumbled yourself, your body stumbling over to the edge of the bed, as you barely caught yourself onto the sheets. Bojack kept his hands firmly on yours as he allowed you to ease your hips onto the edge of the bed, your hands snapping out as your palms eased on it while Bojack allowed his palms in yous to gradually ease you down onto the mattress. His palms gradually let go, his teeth poked while he watched your palms ease onto the mattress.

"Here, honey-"

Bojack allowed his hands to press on your back, his breathing coming out in nervous pants, partly from emotions, partly from his effort at carrying you to bed. His fingertips eased across his palm as he watched you ease your body onto the mattress. Bojack reached for the sheets as he kept his fingers gripped across the edge of the blankets, easing them up to follow your ow body as you began to curl onto the mattress. Bojack's panting was occupying the majority of the silence of the room as he eased the sheet across your body while your legs curled up to your chest.

"That's better." He pulled the sheet fully across your shoulders, easing his palms against your body as the sheet rested on your skin. He took the pillow, the large white one both of you shared, as he adjusted it under your head, your chin eased up onto the pillow as your face eased fully into it. Bojack gave an uncertain breath as he easd the sheet agaisnt your shoulder while he saw the way your body curled in. then settled for kneeling in front of you while he kept ne chubby palm on your arms, if only for his own sake of keeping him grounded for the sake of taking care of you.

"I'll go out and get the rest of this sausage party out of here." His tender eyes eased across your cheek as the back of his hands eased across your skin. His teeth poked out, timidly, as the back of his fingers rested across your cheek. "My god, you are burning." For how somber and calm his tone sounded, it was at an odd contrast to the way his heart was quickening in the wake of feeling the red bruning of your clear sickness that was catching up to you from the night.

Your eyes fluttered up for moment, your expression foggy in the middle of your body starting to all into the edge of your exhausted sleep.

"Don't worry about me." Your voice was treamored and gentle as you spoke, and Bojack's eyelids eased down into an exhausted drunken supeiror as he kept his fingertips eased across your cheek; the inamcty was still awkward to him now and then, but you had seen and upfront described the romantic that he was and that you saw in him, and little by little every time he allowed himself to execute the forefront of it did he allow himself to follow it; and it felt just as good, just as refreshing, every time.

His eyebrow lifted up into an almost abraive smirk.

"Don't worry about the only woman I could ever get a genuine connection and rhythm out of." His head titled over to the sheets, easing his hands across the sheets as he gave a soft grunt of a breath and eased the blankets across your shoulders, resting his palm on the side of your arms. "That is one request that will not be fulfilled anytime soon." His other hand scratcehd the side of his neck as he thought. "Not in any-satsifing way anytime soon, anyway."

The softness that grazed across your lip raised up further, and your hand reached out as your palms eased across his hand. His smile raise dup into something that was almost a bashful apology as he felt your palm ease across his hand, yourself giving him a gentle squeeze of your palm as your lips turned and pressed across his hand.

"I'm in bed. I'm safe." You indicated your head out to the party. "Go and do whatever you need to do. You took care of your wife." Your lips turned as you pressed your mouth across his skin. "I love you, and thank you."

Bojack's bottom eyes winced, and he gave a vague breath as his tender eyes turned downward and focused on the intimacy of your lips across his palm. You gave another squeeze of your hand against his and then released it, and Bojack's stout fingertips rested across his palm while hs ears lowered as he watched you uncertainly.

"Are you sure you're feeling ok? You took in a lot in tonight. I'm not sure how long it'll take for me to get this leftovers out of here-"

"Ey, BJ! You got any more party favors you want to give us before we leave this bloated joint?"

The pinnacle of Bojack's somber, tender voice was cut off, and his eyes flared as that hard hue eased back into his eyes as he titled his head over to the cracked open door. He felt your fingertips easing across his palm and his eyes widned as his ears splayed while he turned back to you, eyes dim with worry as he caught your sickly form easing across the mattress.

"Sounds like you got the ego boost and request you wanted, darling."

"Well, you know what they say." His fingertips scratched across his neck as his conflicted deyes eased across your body. "Or, what I say, which is essentially that the more niche people you invite in, the more wacky the experience get. There is a lot of crackheads out there right now that I'm sure have plenty of stories from whatever their weird life experiences and brains came up with, I'm sure."

"Go out to them. I'll be fine. I'll be right here."

"You better be." Bojack chuckled lightly, voice nervous and vaguely awkward, but as real as the soft gleam in his eys as his expression eaed over to you. His expression softened as eyebrows lowered while he began to raaise himself up from where he was siting by the edge of the mattress, ears flicked back as he ghosted his hand away from your arm. His eyes kept on your even as he stoof himself up, letting out a loud moan as he did so while he stumbled across his own drunken feet, stumbling across in a circle as he kept his arms akwalrdy splayed out and over to the cracked open bedroom door. He laughed, throatily, as his hads gripped across the door, turning his head over his shoulder as the door managed to catch him while his turned his ehad over his snout to watch you, eyes dim with his oncnern as he did so. His eys eased across your body as he saw the soft lump of your form curled in on yourself and fully dressed by the sheets of Bojack's drunken coverage job. He gave a ong intake of a breath, as he eased his eys downward, then turned his head up to the door as he made his way out and back intot he crowd, making a point to carefully walk his way out from the craxkced open door and to turn as he shut it slowly, considerately, until he heard it ease shut under his touch.

"Hey, hey, there he is!"

A lizard with especially sharp eyes and a sharp black mullet turned from whrre he was talking to a crowd of people, several woman with their lipstick smeared across their skin turning as they raied a spetiakle bro o Bojack, turning their heads over to their champagne class as they ducked the glass back witht the remaining of their liquor. Though Bojack felt a cautious defense inside of him and a vague timid tint of annoyance, he gave a slight vague chuckle and the attempt as a welcoming grin as his watched the lizard man and svera other foggy ddurken couples and parities turn their way over to Bojack in question.

"And to think they haven't even seen the magic yet of those French moves that I know you're always so crazy about and researching, huh, buddy?"

Bojack stepped back with his hands eased across his wrist as a pout eased across his face stepping back with his ears lowered as he looked at the man with a wince of his eyes. The lizard cakcled as he made his way ove rto him, dnalging a glas in his hand as he looked over Bojack with a wink in his foggy and generally detached and unomotvated eys that was enough for Bojack to feel his own abrasive emptiness just at the sight of it.

"Is your woman in the bedroom already?" The lizard cackled as his head twisted over Bojack's shoulder, or at elast attempted to, as a frown encased further on Bojack's expression and the annoyance deepenin in his eyes. "Don't tell me she already threw in the towel fo the night already!"

Bojack's eyes lowered down as he gave the lizard an abrupt dry flair of his eyes.

"That 'woman' that you're refereeing to is making a lot more healthy choices than you are tonight. You want to think about following suit with that and getting the hell out of here so you can get to your own bed?"

"Awh, c'mon with the attitude, BJ. Don't give me all that. You know that we're all just the same animals at the end of the day, doin' what we can, you know? That was all we did tonight. Must be nice to be something other than a number for people to throw at for the snake of select minute entertainment for a little while. You get what you put in, and tonight you were almost more than just something I clicked on for a second on my screen and then forgot about entirely."

The exasperation on Bojack's eyes and his increased sense of impatience was only increasing as he heard the lizard's words. His fingertips kept rested on his wrists as he looked over the lizard with his ears splaeyd back. "Yeah, well-"

"Don't worry, big guy. Bad emotions, experiences, whatever happened tonight that made all of this something that is another part of the grotesque human experience; none of it really matters. It's just something that adds to the constant messed up complexity of all the messed up jumbled shit going on at the same time, huh?"

"I'm glad you had fun. Everyone brings something to the table. We all suffer if somene dosen't get their..little slice, or whatever it is you want to use to define it."

"Thank you, BJ's. If I was one to tell-"

"Good point, Talk later. Another night"

Bojack detached from the conversation with the blunt statement as his dilated desperate eyes eased over to the counter; his ears perked up as he walked around it and pressed his hadn on the fork beside him, reahcing out as he tapped his hand on the wine glass.

Some of the woman were whispering between one another, hair plastered across the messy wine that was splashed on their skin as they talked to one another through their impsuielvey smeared lipstick, turning their eyes and their low murmuring over to Bojakc as they talked, unreadable glint in their distant eyes as their focused snapped over to one another now and then within whatever made up the context of their conversation. Bojack felt the tense pout on his face increase as he tapped the fork across the glass, the rining of it echoed across the space as it dinged across the crowd. The woman laughed as their heads turned up from their minute conversation, eyes turning forward as their head titled up and lips pouted out, eyes easing across Bojack as their attentin snapped over to his abraisev tapping.

"Hey, everyone, Everyone. Just focus on me for a minute, ok? I need to get this party out of here-soon as we can, ok? It's time to hit the dice and roll on home."

One of the men laughed, his body, a large whale with his form snapped aross the form of the couch chair, turned his large blue head over to Bojack, his blue hand raised across a glass of champagne as it lazily swung in his hand.

"Tonight was a great way to make myself feel content in my little head." He ssrhugged, lazily, drukenkly, as his foggy eyes raised up to the ceiling, the glass dalnging in his palm as he raised his head back. "Dosen't matter to anyone else, but if I need to be in this suffering tortue chmaber of my own cocniosuness, I may as well make it pleasurable for whatever weir dlittle things I get out of it to make it make sense."

Bojack's pout flared further as the discontent on his features increased.

"Ok, great." He waved his hands in front of hm in an exasperated fashion. "You've all had your own pleasures to make your lives seem interested for a little while, I had my little charade dance with my ego. Everyone wins. Now this is the part where everyone wins double and we all go home, huh? Sound good?"

His voice was rased into a pitched impatience while he continued to tap the fork across the glass. Some people began to listen as they gathered their hands across various clothes-no doubt none of them were theirs as they gripped their hands on it and pressed them by their bodies, but it at least gave the sensation that they were doing something of muscle memory of someone that would have been in a clear headspace.

"Alrightly, there we go, keep it going, that's great. Everyone out."

Bojack's voice had taken one a new guise of eapsetion as he continued to tap his fork against the glass. The mumerng and discontent of the people was more directed at Bojack as his impatience became more prominent, but there was only a saiication to that as he watched the rest of the crowd begin to leave, his own disinterest increasing as he watched the rest of the crowd begin to spill their way out of the open door, some turning over their shoulder to look over at Bojack as they stumbled over their feet while their gosipi increased. Bojack took to taking a breath of his own exapsetion as the majortyy o the crowd and the energy in its own dissuade disscasition began to pour out from the open doors, his eys turned downward as his ears splayed out. He rested the glas beside the counter as he bean to come back to himself for a moment as his tired eyes eased upt ot the crowd, drunken in the waves of his fog as he le tut a low grunt and started to stumble across the space and over to the open cracked door.

You showed us bozos."

Bojack let out a disgruntled and dissassciaote grunt as his head abruplty turned up from where he was tring to focus on the task f closing the wide oepe doors; an odd array o a task, considering that the people wre still spilling ou from the expanse of the open room and there wre still plenty more to go. But Bojack was settling for rushing the process as much as possible by offering over the occasiioanl quick blunt statement to every person exciting through his drunken state and the sleepienss that was now grippling and forcing him to be apart of it. He stepped back as he was prepared to give the same words of the stout short man that was starting to walk out the same blunt statement in the hopes that it would help to force the man out faster so he could get into the routine of going into the smoothness and clarity of making his way inside your bed and easing his arms against your body; but the man's voice was the fmaialri kind of sudden tone that caused Bojack's eyes to widen at hearing it.

"Wha-"

His head snapped over to where the stout lemur man was starting to walk his way outside, stumbling across his eeet as Bojack wate dhim in his own alarm.

"Hey, man, wait!"

Bojack's voice cracked as he stumbled over his feet ot catch his hand on the lemur man's arm; the lemur man's wide eys abruptly turned as the yellow of those same ominous eys turned over towards him, his expression raising into a sudden pout as he tried to grasp his arm away from Bojack's sudden desperae insistence. Bojack's wide and worried eyes caught his hand gripping on the lemur man's arm and he abruptly turned his hand back, giving a slight grasp o a breath as he did so while he stumbled back into the door.

"Hey, where's your wife/ You're not going home with her?" Bojack's hand cramped on his chest as he watched the lemur man while he began to stumble his way back inside, though the discotentmnet on his features only increased as his eys eased across Bojack with a gluten of disapproval on his eyes.

"Don't you have some narrow selfish routine to get to like everyone else? Your wife, your small family, anything that revovloes aroun enjoy the money you have?"

"What?" Bojack's voice was treamored as his hands kept timidly by his chest. "No, man. I just want to know where your wife is." He chuckled, nervously, as the lemur man's eyes ease dacross Bojack in a glint of a question. "You don't want to just leave her here to try and fend for herself in a house like this in the morning when she wakes up, right?" His hands gestured between the both of them. "We both know that my wife and I aren't going to be awake enough in the morning to be able to handle cleaning up anything anytime soon." He chuckled, eyes wining as he gave a rasped laugh. "You don't want to put your wife through that."

"She said she wanted to stay here tonight."

"Oh." Bojack's alertness straightened up, his eys widend as his expression eased across the lemur man as he walked back inside, his expresson disortitned but generally unamsued as he stumbled his small feet back intot he room. Bojack's eyes eased across the lemur's body as he made his way back inside. "So-you told her to stay here for the night, then?"

"No. You and your wife did. She must have overheard your conversation at some point; it dosen't surprise me, all things considered, the two of you got drunk enough that its a miracle youw eren;t the idiot that was flginign himself off of a balcony tonight."

Bojack's eyes lowered as he gave a shrug, one hand caressing on the other side of his arm.

"Well, yes," His worried eyes eased up tp him. "So if she's staying for the night, do you know where she is? I want to talk to her in the morning, obviously to mke sure she's alright-"

The lemur chuckled, and it was loud and edged with an odd coded cynicism enough that it caused Bojack's eyes to dim as he heard the man's laughter. His slightly more somber expression now followed the lemur man as he began to stumble his way back to the side of the all that made its way frm Bojack's door, stumbling over his feet as he looked across the various broken down and punche portraits that met his eyes as he made his way by the desk beside the wall and the various strung and flung portraits thrown onto the ground.

"You're going on the wrong track faster than I even would have thought, and after evrythng that happened tonight, if that's the main thing you're worried about."

Bojakc breathed in an intense sigh, closing his eyes as hs head turned forward while he gripped his fingers on his palms, muscles tense before he opened his eys and turned his head backt o the lemur man.

"So she's staying here tonight." That's what she told me she heard the two of you say. And she seemd especially interested."

"Oh." Bojack's insecure eys followd the lemur man as he eased his hand across the tables. "Well, that's good, I guess. Least it'll be smooth landing for all of us in the mourning when we all come a little more to our senses.

The lemur chuckled. "Senses."

Bojack's eyebrows lowered as he felt his fingertips playing across his wrists nervously, ears lowered as he felt the pout on his expression increased as he began to follow the lemur man across the spce between his small space for the dining room anf the rest of the kitchen.

"You know that by asking that question i didn't mean that I was inviitng you to stay here, right?"

"I'm small. Nothing I do will affect anything etieh way. It's boht a freeing and depressing existence, knowing nothing you ever do or say will change anything either wya."

Bojack's eys darted in awkward thought.

"Oh..ok." His eys winced as he conted to follow the man. "What I was more so referring to is that I didn't mean by asking where your wife was was the invitation that I wanted you to stay here for the night."

The lemur man have a disgruntled chuckle, his body continuing to lumber across the rest of what made up the impusilve laden night of the people's movements and of their drunken fogged eyes and the tripping of their feet over their intertoven uncaring hands and arms as they went about the impusilve night.

"I don't intend on staying." He waved his hand lazily from behind him, drunkenly but with a guise of someone who was already fallen into a complacent for the night.

"Really." Bojack's hands eased across his chest as his palms eased against the front of his chest awkwardly, eyes dimming as his eyes eased across the various broken plants ans vases that made up the rest of what made up the aftermath of the night. Bojack's eyes dimmed as he walked over to one of the broen glasses and hesitnaly eased his hand onto the vase, giving a vague sharp breath as he swore while feeling the glass cut against his hand, giving an abrupt breath of his own tired exasperation as he placed it delcialtey back otno the table-as if that would do anything to be able to cure the rest of the night of what had made up another empty night of reckless deiciiosn and uncare for thei otherwise unbearable aimlessness that made up the majority of their lives. Bojack's ears flicked back as his hands pressed on his hips, eyes turning over the space as he did so of hat made up countless reckless clothes, broken bottles, and casually thrown dresses and torn up tuxedos that now lied across the couch and around the floor. Bojack's eyes winced as he turned his head over to the lemur. "So you're going ton the detour to say goodnight to your wife before bed, is that it?"

"I'm not entertaining anything else that I already did tonight.'" The lemur's wife eyes expanded over to the emty living room, full of the marks of where Bojack's skin had glistned against the counter with the intimacy of your bodies agaisnt one another as he had ffelt the specific warmth only granted by and for one another through the night.

"Not interesting in enteraitning?" Bojack's ears twitched as his head titled while he watched the movements of the leur continue to make his way across the living room. His stout body, swaying into a drunken superior and the only thing giving Bojack the idea that he was, in fact, as mundanely human as much as Bojack was was the only thing that gave his eeerie projection of an astral air a guidance of separation from what seemd unreachable in his almost eerie confidence. "That's one thing I won't believe. Your wife and you were outside and watching us and the entertainment, just like everyone else." He chuckled, rasily, cockily as his eys lowered down in his own drunken suggestion of cockciness. "You can't fool me."

"Must be nice, having a woman that wants to give you a name. That's something so rare in this world that it would almost be considered mystehtical-nonexitent, something that people would only believe or allow themselves to as such for children or for a sad, whimsical feeling for the average idiot."

"If I saw anything tonight, it's that the average idot is something that everyone ends up being, especially as long as they're around here, and especially as long as they're drinking my shit." His ears splayed as he popped his lip in thought, the distant wonder of his dim eyes turning up as his head eased around his shoulder. "Where is your wife?"

The lemur tilted his head, his lip raised into a slight tired, almost secretive, amused smile as the wide of his eyes eased down into a equally distant but amused distance.

"Do you think of yourself lucky, Bojack?"

"Do I think I'm lucky for finding a woman that seems like she has an actual soul in her body and isn't just a projection of something I could rea adjust from opening up any given social media website, someone who makes me feel like there's a genuine worthwhile reason that's as messy and rich as much as life is?" His fingertips scratched across his neck as his sad desperate eys turning over to the living room. "As far as hungover conversations go, yes, that is exactly how I feel." His eyes lowre dinto a dim exapseraiton as his eyes snapped over to the lemur. His finger pointed at him lazily, swaying along with hi feet and the attempt at being intense and poitned in his eyes. "But remember that this is a drunk confession. Don;t go telling your wife in the middle of the night about some especially soppy headline that you two can give whatever you post tomorrow for your likes, vlaidaiton, attention-whatever it is that get syou both up in this town and world every day and decade that's something that can make your feel like you have a path in this." His head turned as he stepped back, his hands still awkwardly placed in front of his chest as his ears lowered back while he stepped behind him and turned his bruning eyes over to the stairs. "Where is she, anyway?"

"I'm not too worried about i. I never should have been. Coming over here, falling into madness instead f just keeping with that complacent feeling of acceptance and not ever truly seeing things as for what they are-it would have all been so much easier. Seeing the truth and what I had to food to get ti it; that's the part where I made the choice."

"What are you talking about?"

The lemur's man's eyes eased down, his hand sgripping knot the side of the table as a vague smile .

"I don't have to stay here. But I do want to stay in this delusion for at least a little while. When I go back out there again I'll be rnedering myself back into a painful acceptance, and outside of that accetpence is an eveen deeper truth that's complex and terrible enough that I'm lucky to have only gotten it in small doses here and then."

Bojakc turned as his body continued to sway with his own exhsution. "The liquor is fully startingto hit now, full disclosure." His chbby arm awayed in front of him as he gave a quick gesture of his hand. "So-" A sickly drunken cough of his lips, eyes wide as his body leaned forward for a monet as he caught himself with his hand by his knees, panting as his eyes closed for a moment to try and control the sudden sickliess that flew through his body. He mane dot opened his eys, looking out from the burning of his sick eyes as much as he was able as he became fully aware of the puffy black burning of his durken expression. "If you two want a place to stay in here that's something other than being passed out on a stained couch and beer bottles and various broken glass and whatever else you can think of that made tonight, then you might want to start making that clear now."

The lemur man's eys flashed up. His arms were pressed fully against his chest, rocking against his body as his wide eyes flashed back Bojack's shoulder while he indicated his eyes past him and over to where the stairs led.

"The guest room-it's upstairs and to the right of where your own wife is sleeping, is it not/"

"My guest room?" Bojack winced as he gave an abrupt breath, turning his head over his shoulder while he kept his other hand on his back, getting a gruff abrupt rasp of exhaust now and then as he turned his head over his shoulder and tried to ruby he kinks tha having his body pressed agaisnt the counter and with you making love to him and on him had given him; that along with the strain o what he had seen that night having evidnely left a more abrasive mark on his body and the tense way he ahd repsodned to the dead eyes of the man and the spider woman that were still seared even into his durken memory. His ears flicked as his head turned while he turned his sickly body back to the lemur man. "Why, did you see your wife go up there?"

"You don't have to call her that."

Bojack's eyes eased into a dim exhaust as he watched him. He gave a slight sharp roll of his eyes as he gave an ease of a breath.

"Ok. We're going to be prenteicous about labels?"

The lemur man's eyes flashed up to him. "And what would you want to do to go about what's happening with people like us, or as a whole. Isn't the truth, no matter how terrible it may be, better than something that would be some inger fucking fnatsyy while you fall further into a painful delsiion?"

"Whoa." Bojack raise dup his hands, and his wet insecure eyes darted down as his eys winced while he met the unreadable chlalnege of the lemur's eyes. "Look, no, I'm not saying any of that." His eys winced awkwardly while he turned his head away, clumsliness taking the majority of his air. "I don't even know what you're talking about."

The lemur man's eyes fimmed as he watched the conflict of Bojack as his pupils turned, and the bittersweet ease of his lip raised up as he began to raise his hip off of the counter.

"You do. If you don't yet, you will."

Bojack's eyes eased down, one hand finding its way by his arm as he caressed it with his own unease. His eyes turned backt o the man, expression dimmed and heavy as he took a breath. His are became more somber, welcoming ad much as he could adjust himself to while he met the lemur's expression.

"After everything that hapend tonght, I just want to make sure that the twwo of you have somewhere to rest. Before you-wake up and drive somewhere else tomorrow and go backt o your life together." He shrugged as he rolled his eyes up. "Obviously."

The lemur man eased his body off of the counter as he stumbled his way past Bojack, who stepped back to allow him the entrance eto walk up the grey stairs. Bojack's wounded and uncertain, bewildered eyes followd his, ears lowered back.

"Funny that you would want to allow us to stay when we're just another annoying drunken chumps like everyone else."

"Well, yes. A lot of people were just..really taking advantage of the fact that this is their home tonight." Bojack followed the man over to the stairs, eyes turned up to the grey stairs as the lemur man made his way up the staircase. Bojack took a breath as he saw him start to stumble up the stairs, one hand leaned onto the wall beside him as he started to guide his teps up them. Bojack titled his head as he watched the man's movements while he bagen to make one step and over to the other. Bojack followed him behind, head titled as his ears splayed and his eys eased across tohe man man hesitnately and vaguely akwarldy from his own end.

"You-need help getting up?"

The lemur chuckle,d bitterly and sharply as his ehad turned over his shoulde rto meet Bojack's quesntioning and uncertain gaze.

"Eveyrhting will be over for me in the way that counts come tomorrow. The thing about emotional dispair and struggle is there's the one relief where you are eventually taken away from it, like a certain trade off or an agreement with the world that you will be granted at least the bond with your end and the pain than to live the rest of your life in a detached fogginess of that person who made you feel compact, whole, and the kind of life where when you feel the absence of it, you begin to understand while life is uneabrbale once you do discover it. The ignorance before it is more bearable, much like a loathsome peson is too in their own head to see how disgusting they are to other people outside of themselves. I was saved for a time." His head turned as his body shook sigifienlty nough that it caused Bojack to let out his own timid want of trying to help him as his arm flashed out, easing across the man's arm as it remebeld to prevent him from falling over, Bojack letting out a aburot timid breath of his own as he stopped him from stumbling back with one hand flashed out to press on the middle of his back.

"Easy, bud. I get the idea. Hangover rants are the worst." He contuined to pushed the lemur man forward as the man gave a gruff chuckle, turning his head back tot he stairs as he contuiend to tremble hisfeet on them.

"All you have are the inner worlds you make inside of yourself, even if only for yourself, and the small minute bonds with your ther loving soul or three that are able to see hem. It's a slow, tender, and worthwhile thing, and the only way other than your own emotional narrative that you can control and that everyone has access to. I've already lost it, and I've made te mistake of thinking coming here tonightt, crossing these worlds would somehow make a difference, that it would change something for me, for her-" His head title down as his voice cracked, and Bojack gave an abrupt and timid breath while eyes widned as he stepped backward, palm that was pressed on the lemur man for the sake of trying to hold him upright causing Bojack to abruptly turn back as his teeth poked while he worridly watched the tremoring of the man. Bojack titled his head just enough to be able to catch profile of the man's side of his grey face; there were the glsitneing of the salt that pressed across his face as his other hand kept sickneling gripped by the rail. Bojack closed his eyes as he breathed in, tremmebed the warmth of your body in the bundle in the sheets of the mattres upstairs and the warm core of that compact humanity and clarity that you gave him, and he gave a breath as his eyes opened, dim and drunk but reasigned, as he turned his focus back over to the man while his body cramped forward.

"Look, man, this has been a very long night. Why don't you just go up and enjoy the time you have with your wife, we'll take about this tomorrow." His hand eased across the lemur's back, palm reaching out to graze across his back as he saw it pant. Just as Bojack's palm was able to rest on his curving of his panting breath the lemur man let out an abrupt cackle, snapping his head over his shoulder, violent enough that the fire in the lemur man's eyes caused Bojack's expression to wdien as he tripped over his feet, stumbling back as he gave an abrupt rasp of his breath as he tripped over hisf eet and barley ciaght himself from falling down onto the ground, hand catching on the side of the rail.

"You're not in the same headspace as I am. I made the cheat to get here, I broke the rules, I asked for this. I expanded across the layers and the places I shouldn't have govne and expanded across time and the lives I saw to get where I am. That is my punishment." His mouth foamed as his eyes flared up intoa avuge fire. Bojack's face melted into an abrupt helpless apolgy as he was taken back, hands flashed in front of his face as he breathe din his shock while he gave abrupt rasps from his mouth, eyes tender and helpless as his expression snapped across the lemur.

"Ok!" He winced as he saw the man tremble, his eys turning down, as if poision had been spelled out from him from the spewing he had just churned out. "Look, I don't even know what you're talking about. I was just tyring to saythat it sounds like neither of us are in an entirely good headspace right now." His eys darted up to the hallway; he could see where the yellow light spilled out as it overtook the previous neon light from the pool as the slender look of the lemur's wife relfeced against it, her slender body easing itself out and her distinct disposition given away from the cut off of the bop against her cheeks. Bojack raised his palms by his chest as his eys turned down to watch the man. "Hey, either wya, whatever it is that you think that happened lately or what you think you…did to get here tonight, it doen't matter. We're both here just tyring to go to bed with our wives and feel ok. That's all I 've ever wanted, is to feel ok, and I can tell you feel the same way. So can we just-go upstairs, enjoy what we do have, and try not to argue too much about what means what?"

The lemur man chuckled again, his shoulders rolling along in his exhaust as he shook his head, easing his gruff breath down right along with the defeat of his hand as it rested against the grey railing beside the staircase.

"All anyone ever wants is to feel ok. That's hat existence is about-that's the ore of every philosophy, even the ones that lead to the idea that someone wants something due to distress. And no matter how anyone goes about it, everyone get sit just enough to want it more instead of falling into abrasive, unforgiving black that renders any hope or anything like it as somehting unwanted, unlikable, which is preferable to this foggy acceptance of uncaring of everything that happens between. And no one gets it, not enough, but just enough to kee going after it." His head turned over his shoulder, eys glinting as his expresson eased across Bojack, eyes ffogged and being just shocking enough in the glint of the glalaxtic eyes that it had the same force Bojack had experienced from him before, and just enough for Bojack to ease himself back as he watched dhe flair in his eyes. "That's the lesson I had to learn, having myself uprooted from every single possibility of life and of every other person and surrounding that ever could have existed or ever will for me; I've bene uprooted, terribly, and I'll never come back, and I may have left a certain scar or mark on the world that I know I'll never get back across the rules I broke."

"Honey?"

The women's voice trailed out, soft as much as it had been when she had been speaking of the ominous reflection of the code she had to you and Bojack in the bathroom earlier. Bojack's eyes widend as he turned his eyes up as he gave another tender breath, ears flicked down as teeth poked while he stepped his way back. He took a moment as he saw the way the lemur's wife was wrapping a robe around her hips, hair bopped as she turend her sharp cheeks, the same ones Bojack remembered as the glint with that expansive fogginess in her eyes, turning up around her hips as she began to rush her way acrosst the hallway. Bojack's eyes turned down to the man. Though he didn't speak and even less understood the code the man was speaking, he did understand the idea that he had to speak the language of the man in order to get anywhere within what the lemur man considered reason. His eyes dimmed as he watched him.

"Then why did you do it?"

"The emptiness. The complaceny, the soulless everywhere. The cheap distractions made for cheap people and made evn cheaper for it-everyhere, there was nothing but the begging for me to give it up, because so many others had that it almost felt mad to do anything else besides, even if it was the last thing I wanted. I felt like I was being drugged, dragged down with everyone around me with their cow eyed complacency and their comaplining. When I was younger and when I had my wife physically with me, I thought that humanity wass so intimating and beautifu and complex, so much to the point that I knew I could never compare or even come close to it. As I got older, and especially after I lost my wife, I started to feel the opposite; this suffocating, empty, deranged terrible ungoriving feeling of seeing everyone as these empty clone sof issues and selifhsness and compacnenly, and I needed my wife; I needed to get away from what I had been born into. It was as if my existence in and of itself was asking me to go mad; it was slo clear that everyone else already had anyway, just not even by their own terms. When humanity fails tself and causes itself to suffer endlessly, the universe gives you no hoice but to transcend from it; it starts to happen to you, liek a force or a wave, whether you mean for it too or not."

Bojack opened his lip to respond, ears lowered and his hands pressed agsisnt his chest in apology as his worried, apologetic eyes eased across the lemur man's breathing and shakiness. The look of the posture of the woman that was against the warmth of the bedroom light began to flow through the hallway as her silhouette began to move. Bojack stepped back rom the stair fully as he turned his worried eyes up, hands pressed firmly on his chest as he kept them clasped worridly by his body. His eyes dimmed into a dry exaeepration at the man's bumbling as he snapped his head up the stairs, putting his other palm on the man's back as he eased him froward.

"I don't know what you think happened, but your wife is right hre with you. She's literally coming downstairs to make sure you're ok. Can we focus on that fact? Because to me it's pretty obvious."

Bojack's eyes were dry as the lemur man turned his hea dup, eyes glimmering into a soft relief as he caught sight of the silhouette of the woman's body as her shadow began to overtake the entirely of the yellow light the closer she got. "Yes, she is. For now. Of course she is. I love her too dearly-I never could have said no, even when I knew what I was asking for, even as it came to me with this abrasive end-and yet I can't bring myself to regret it."

"Yes, great. Now let's get to the part where you two go upstairs like a normal couple, go to sleep, and we'll talk about this in the mourning like even more normla people. My wife can make some pancakes-or maybe I will, my wife is more of the juice type."

"The thing they don't tell you, the golden lining about failin at keeping your human blessings by you, is that the reward for filing to have talent or coherent worth or a soul is that you get the freedom to exhaust your voie and perspective to no one but yourself until your existence and your agreement to it is long sice exhausted, and you fall into peaceful death far more agreebale than anyonee else." The lemur man snapped his shoulder away from Bojack, who's hands eased across his palms as he awkwardly stepped his way back, ears flicked back as he watched the lemur's abrasive eyes. "That's what I have to look forard to after tonight." His eys turned up as he settled his expression over to where the limbs of his wife were noew facing at the top of the stairs. Her lips were set into a natural and dim mundane pale compared to the blot of the red they had been before, her wide eyes swerved into a distance as her teeth poked out from her lip while her bopped hair eaed across her face.

"Dammit." She began to rush her way downward, gripping the robe across her hips, her eys flickering over to Bojack as she gave him an abrupt nod. Bojack gave a vague curt, stepping back as he ketp his palms on his chest while eys dimmed as he watched the trembling lemur man turn his head up to her, his own breath of relief shaking out as he felt the woman's arms easing across his back.

"Thank you." She snapped her head over to Bojack; his abrupt breath came out even more timid when he saw the clar flash of the abrasive glint in the foggines o her eyes that were full of more purple tinted clouds and stars than they were of anything human. The richnesssness of it seemd not unlike evry distraction Bojack had ever come up with; the teasing of the distractions that came along with the bleak and abrasive indifference of life otherwise.

"He's-uh." Bojack tried to collect himself, though the word on his eyes didn't lesson as the expanse of his own fear eased aross his eys as he saw the lemur man making his way up with the woman, hand raching out and squeezing onto hers. "He's having a bit of an episode." He winced, wanting to come up with a reasonable explanation, if only for his own sake. "Something about..maybe drinking too much vodka. Or something."

'We both knew what was coming." The woman's eyes flashed over to her husband, who was ducking sigifiently under his weight as he kept his breath, head turning down as his shoulders eased under the weight of her touch.

"You did?" Bojack's under eye wincing increased, keeping his hands pressed on his chest in a feminine fashion as he began to follow the woman up the stairs, her hand eased across her husband as she talked to him quietly while he tripped his way up the stairs. Bojack began to follow, easing his feet up them as much as he could through the abriae blurriness. "Did he mention something to you about feeling like he scarred time or the world's expanse of the universe or something in the-similar realm?"

"I was prepared for this. I don't know a lot of it, but when I felt him come to me a couple of nights ago, I knew that it was just as much for him as much as it was for me-and that the both of us were being implosive and cray, but I had been feeling tethered on the edge of the world for a long while, and I finally needed to come home to someone who felt like a whole individual story-and my husband came to me, and suddenly all the fear, the unceinity, even the small components of weakness and fear began to fall away entirely, and I kne wour selfishness was worth it."

"Can you please realize how crazy you both sound and try to at least explain the prologue or general idea of what you're saying before you go through with it?"

The woman turned her had over to Bojack; his entire body was curved in himself, and he felt his need to hide increase further from the raise of her lips, the eerie distance o her eys meeting his and her expression poked out from the bop of her clean cut hair.

"You'll know it. I don't know which one of you decided t go through with it. I would think it was your wife; she's the one that possesses the patience that you need going froward with smehting that intentionally seems terffyign or unwanted in its challenges the way a person with a lesser emotional profoundly or pateince might have. I would think it would be your wife-" Her head tiled as her own glaattic eys eased across Bojack's body, causing him to fall back into a further need to hide as he stepped back, hands cramp awkwardly as he winced over at the woman. "I would think so, but I can't tell. Your balance is too the same-and if you did end up being the one that made a decision that was signifgient the way my husband did, I would know your time toegtehr is limited, and at as much as risk as much as us."

"Take it from two people that weren't afraid to start ripping everything apart in order to find the center of it." The man waved his hadn behind him as he stumbled against his wife's palm, turning his head over to the door as his feet stumbled, only his wife's hand keeping him from falling over. His finger jabbed at Bojack. "You never get anything you fought for-espcially when you fought for it. Maybe for a little while. But neither you or your wif eis in control, and much like this liquor getting the best of my body, anyone who's helpless and human can only stand it for so long before they're turne dover by this world and existence that's made for someone who isn't that."

Bojack paused, his hands cramped on his chest as his pupils dilated in front of him in a rushed considerain, until he closed his eys, reset his demeanor, then reopened then as he walked across the hallway and abruptly opened the doo where it had only been lazily half open before. He stepped aside, indicating with a pushy insistence in his eys for them to go in, announce on his features and ears splayed back.

"Your bedroom is on the right."

Bojack began to step forwar, grunting as he eased pen the door while easing his way past the couples, turning by it as he eased his back against the wall. "If you're going to speak gibberign nonsense, then please at least try to save it for when my wife can at least try to narrative on that emotional empathsice level about what you're at least trying t say."

The woman turned her head over her shoulder as her foggy eyes poked out from the pale of her sharp face. Bojack felt the way his eyes widen as his ears flicked back, his body eased back into an abrupt surprise as he felt the force of her eyes and that madness of her foggy expression glistned though the tint of the blue reflection of the neon pool that sat under the stagnant light of the hallway-and something underneath it that came from herself entirely.

"You're sure your wife won't mind if we stay until the moirning?"

"No." Bojack chuckled, eyes wincing up into is own nervous amusement as he walked his way past the two of them, pushing his body further against the door as he indicated with his arm for her and her stumbling husbnnf, head titled and with his exhusted disgruntled drukness still swaying through him began to trip himself forard with her hand. "My wife has a caretaker kind of personality. She'll enjoy this."

Bojack's head turned over to the gray bed that made up the master bedroom, hands on his hips as he turned to where the woman was walking her husband over to the edge of the bed what Bojack had impulsively made in the middle of the night before the party had started, the gray sheets tucked into the cracks of the bed while he had patted it down before the liquor and the attempt of numb had gotten to be too prevalent o do anything other than to find solace in your intimacy. Is fingertips played with his wrists as he turned his head and watched the lemur let out his own disgruntled chuckle while he allowed his wife to guide him over to the bed.

"You know, this night had a decent trade off." His fingertip lazily trailed by the pale woman's arm, her own skin shivering under his touch as his eyes swayed back as he allowed her to guide him over to the bed. "Everything eventually comes to its own bargaining eventually. Everyone gets a little bit of a sense of relief now and then no matter their circumstances-its the natural agreement with the rest of the universe and the average being for trading things off for being alive. Like a certain justice that hangs in the air-"

His voice cut off while it trailed with a delicate thread of a wobble. The woman laughed as she carried him to the edge o the bed, and Bojack could hear the love in her voice. It was reminiscent of the way he felt when he lied down beside you at night, arms eased against the curve of his plush body as he felt himself being loved where he was understood, and the places where he wasn't, relentless patience from the places where he was waiting to be understood by you, his snout tiled as his arms were eased across the sheets while the carve of your palm eased across his cheeks into the relief that was his plush and molded body and headspace of chaos, and the humble parental tenderness between the both of your soft and slow modest romantic hearts.

He felt the patience he had for the couple increased as he leaned back across the other end of the wardrobe that sat across the wall, arms crossed with one leg easing across the other as he watched the way the woman loved and touched on the man and against his legs, the way her fingertip eased under his chin as she began to raise her hands across the fabric of his shoulders and began to ease the clothes down while it fell onto the crumpled sheets. The lemur rocked as he turned his head back, and the somber maturity that came from genuine suffering and reflection that made up Bojack's air, and therefore his melancholic neon lit home that had long since seemed it had transcended the earth if only for what it was and his weariness of it, knowing it could never be changed, melded in well with the soft appreciation of the couple that Bojack could recognize instantly as he watched the woman caress her palms under the lemur's chin, his voice coming out disgruntled and amused as his wide eyes rolled back and rocked on the crumpled sheets.

"You two going to be ok getting out of here tomorrow?" Bojack began to raise his body off of the wardrobe, eyes darting as he listened to the soft mumbling between the man and woman as her sharp face and the raise of her smile eased under the lemur's chin. Her head turned as her galactic eyes snapped and reflected across the outside sky, hers far more full of certain human compact life that Bojack had only ever felt being surrendered against your intimacy and the sheets of knowing that your existences belonged to one another, your business and your problems as one collective spirit that would have carried you both through anything on earth, Bojack's previously disgruntled appearance and his lack of something most would considerable admirable both with his plush, stout body and erratic mind falling into a strength known as nothing less than eternal when the both of you had the rhythms of your focus and the power from it transferred through the night.

"You won't have to worry about either of us leaving or taking care of anything." The lemur spoke for the first time since his wife had taken ahold of him. His woman tilted her head towards him as the man raised himself up from the edge of the bed, eyes becoming more diswwayed and disgruntled as his body rocked. "Keep this in mind when my wife and I are gone and any lessons you could learn from someone who's already made the mistake gets to you, Bojack. What you have with your wife is meant to carry you, no matter what happens. If everything is too much, you go to one another for solace, and it will clear your headspace and soothe you. If everything is too little, you go to one another and it will be rich enough to bring that life to one another again. You're a man of who is mean to have little happiness, the same as most, but you were given a rich gift of a component of your headspace that can be enough to carry you until death, if you allow yourself to believe and focus on it."

Bojack's eyes darted down, if only to keep his focus away from the man's swaying hips and the disgruntled chuckle in his voice that somehow expressed authentic truth that made Bojakc feel uncomfortable. He believe every word the lemur man was saying, and that caused him to feel his own incessant uncertainty in response to it, a wave of a sickliness easing across his ow awarness as his eys darted down while he scratched the side of hs neck frantically.

"I think you two should get some sleep. Settle in." Bojakc raised himself off of the wardrobe, his hands still playing with his wrists, eyes turning up as his expression dimmed while looking att the way the woman's slender hand tended onto the lemur man's thigh. She kept her head turned to him now and thenm while he murmured something soft and quiet underneath her lips meant only for the two of them as the sharp mold of her face eased towards the lemur man while his feet continued to kick out amongst the rubble of the grey sheets.

"I'll be here in the morning. We will have time. It's not the end of being able to have and to hold one another yet. We'll be together for a little while yet." Her palms eased with a squeeze across the lemur man's thigh, his body gradually falling back onto the ease of the thrown together grey sheets while he allowed his body to grradually be eased down by her touch. "We will have time, my love. For a little while."

"A pit stop and a portal to a sense of safety and wonderment for a little while." His voice was starting to become edged with sleepiness, his foggy eyes titling over to the man's head as her hands eased down on his. "Everything comes and goes and fades into memory and leaves a distilled grief along with it eventually, and if we were to see that we would fall to grief seeing it and taking it in. Not unlike the way I feel for you and what you do for me, my darling, but I cheated the blimp in time and I crossed agaisnt any rule or stagance on whatever I was supposed to follow to find you." His shaky hand reached out, caressing across the edge of her shar chin as her lips raised up into a gleam of his drunken smile while his body was cradled by her hands and eased further into the thread of the grey and crumpled sheets on the mattress. "Just because no one else tries to help themselves or even know what that means dosen't mean we ever had to, my dear. We went down the truthful path, I broke what was supposed to be stagance and complacent and accepting things as they were." "You've anted the picture for me with your words. How you stood across what must have ben the climbing onto the geradual edge of the emotional fight you had to get through until you finally found yourself standing on top of the expanse of what was in front of you, the endless guide of lights ad life and complexity of the lights and people of the worlds and compact life. The edge of the neon light that sat across the expanse of every little component that made up the sphere of the expanse of the universal while you stood at the top of the stairs." "Emotional stais, my dear. They were metpahorical-I could understand that much. But I had to fight to be able to leverage myself amongst the dusty cimplaceny that was waiting for me on the other end of that otherwise-I fought to feel the freedom of gradually rising myself above the rubble, even as I began to feel the pressure of feeling the impossible inability to not feel despair overocming me from what people settled for the more I began to find and feel the expansive beauty of truth-but I knew there was the same end of existence no matter what road anyone took, and I felt myself fight ad climb and clamor over the edge of the rot of what built up and cursed my effort as If ought my way up onto the expanse of hat made up the very reach of was trying to make, like the inner mental verison of trying to find yoursel out of a deep and suffocating water and clamroing just to find even the slightest sense of releif or hope out and into the oxygen, even if you knew the oxygen was going to be polluted and maybe evn too much for your lungs by the time you broke out. My head snapped up in desperation, I felt my soul almost give out from the compact compelity and beauty that made up life and the world as a whole as it expanded and flew out in front of me; the somber richness of it as the entirety of life and of love as it had ev been, the small lights, the walls of their own neon transparency as they separated the rest of the expanse of the lights hat were small wodnerments of romance and love and appreciation of an entire world and they way they intermlded just as you and I did."

His hand turned up, shaking, palms eased forward as his hand raised up rom his hip and over to Bojack, who's eyes widend as his teeth poked out in a vague sense of apology while his fingers continued to scratched nervolsy by his wrist as a mode of goroudning. "Such as the way it is with Bojack and his wife, who reached a point of their existence where they realized everything in their life, from other people and themselves, had been beyond understood and tried and done, reahcing the expanse of their sanity or of anything that could even be rmeoley constructed a such, and they started to transcend to find one another, whether they meant to or not; and as it is, the most profound life changing pattern that comes from beauty."

"You told me about them, time and time again-the lengths that you went through to find me."

The woman's apple red lips, blotted and reflective of the messy impsulve night that was now at completely opposite ends of the cheap and impulsive noise and distractions that had made up the night before, yells and screams and beers now replaced by something utterly natural and authentic in its response to raw existence, both with profound beauty and with pain; that simple raw clarity of mundane existence that didn't bode well with the human mind's famished hunger, but was the simplity at its core to being reflection of how the individual was at his most raw form that could only be revealed by raw existence without distractions.

"I could tell you about the lengths I went to find you; I knew from the moment I stood across what was the closest thing to a bird's eye view of what you could get of the unfathomable and how I knew the breakthrough that I had had was what I needed to cheat madness and death; the inner kind, and of the outer, and I risked both by walking across the expanse of the lights and the lives that made up incessant human existence to find you, I broke rules and left marks and shards across the ways I walked just to hold you where there should have been trahsiness and unknowing and lack of acceptance from my own end,. I learned a lot, too much, fighting to be able to have access to you-or rather our lives together. I learned about the rules of human psychology and the limits of them, the emptiness and mundanity when people became aware of them even if only subconsciously, the rules of life that everyone is jammed down into a follows and therefore becomes a reflection of these rules, which others see in kind and began to lash out on others for what they loathe about in our forced container of what maske sup our existence, causing the very victims they see in others that they know are themselves to lash out at others to give them a sense of superiority or control; but they know they're trapped in their humanity, and that pain eats away at them, the inevitably of it, what comes along with being in an nonconsensual agreement with existence as it is, the way there's the pain of truth in everything once someone admits why everything feels so bad."

Bojack's fingertips eased against his wrists, nervoulsy settling for scratching his skin as his worried and tender eyes turned to the door, ears flicked back as his expression turned to the couple, the woman's body turning further onto the lemur man as she pulled him down and across the mattress.

"What do you think of me? Do you think I was worth it, the tread of what you affected and sacrificed to be able to find me?"

The lemur man chuckled, the sound reflective and even celebratory in his own drunken and sickly fashion as his body was eased urther onto the mattress, now resting upon it entirely.

"As I walked across the lights that made up the compoetns of dancing bodies, like a larer that had broken the chmsitry and rules of the universe as it was ad began to make my way across it, I felt a deep sense of melhcoly overcome me. I knew I was just another small part of existence and a product of both my own enemy and salvation at the same time even as I was acting on it; that I, as everyone beylwo me that I walked upon with thier distance big enough that they were only executed through small details of light and of the vague tremor of movements by the side, that none of it mattered outside of the expanse of our madness as a species; both in whatever way to feel superior andto feel anything to turn awya from the black expans eof nothingness that came over me. It would all be swpt away inot less han nothing, ourselves as a species fools for anything we believed in in general, of anything to turn oruslevs away from the selfish species of madness that would meet with the universe that was never made to bode well with our kind-I could feel he beauty of all the love and livs below my feet following me until I thought it would take me."

The woman's eyes fluttered, into her own amusement of her own trailing of enocurgament as her smile easd up, stretched and almost seming like an relfeciton of the end of a life that made up the lemur man's existence and the both horror and beauty of seeing the emotional equvilentto it that he had 'walked across' over the expanse of the neon light as he described that even just the thought of was compelling enough that it caused Bojack's eyes to ease down, fingertips eased across his skin as his nervosuenss settled into a distance of disturbed thought, both beautiful and intimated by the inherent tragedy of being human at the same time.

"And then?"

The lemur man's shaky hand eased out, threading across the side of her cheek as his treamoring eyes met on yours, his lips curved into a delicate focused of what seemed like the celebration and madness that came along with the delicate and almost impossible madness that Bojack was discovering with you, little by little.

"The experience was humble enough that it would have been plenty for it to take me just for what it was in and of itself, my dear. To know that we were fools eating ourselves and taking in ourselves and desotrying and giving ourselves help simply because we're too lost in our own making to see that we're all less than foolish specks no matter how we go about denyingit throughout our lives."

His voice began lower, a whisper that almost seemed too beautiful and authentic and treamored and true that it made Bojack feel a cold shive rof depth fly through his body at hearing the man's whispered and lowered tone-the impossible almost sickly rich emotional paralyzation that came along with hearing something so true and compact to the human core of existence.

"I felt you, sweetheart. And it brought me back to every reason why I was one of those fools-and howm true, to someone who's too lost in their own biology to see how repulsive they are, the same way anyone in this species ever did and will, did I fall fully into my own grounding indidvaual purpose. I stoof back from the foggy stepping I had across the components of all those separate neon dancing lights and sased myself back, the over eyeview of the compact lvies began to expand back and break as they curmbled under my feet and I turned my head up, and like glass did it all break into the irrlevanncy t was always meant to be for me. Like someone who had created their own personal craft and then had such pasion that it carried them through the broken expaonse of existence otherwise, the beauty that you were to me wa smaddneing, and I would have died and I wouldn't have noticed with the way your light and warmth came over me, so deep within the spiri of my existence of the earth and of the world did I begin to feel it all fall away. Very phiosply I had ever heard was from a man who had his own flaws and suffocaed perception, every book or hsitory or thought was just from someone who had just as much as a limited perceptive as mine, and beyond feeling your love did I feel myself dig so deep into my individuality and my sudden reflection of the power I had and always had at every given moment of my life that the power I had could have killed me from shcok after a life of subduing it."

"And why did you do that?"

"I was scared of my own power-everyone is. It's much safer to believe that everyone is the same or better-t givs someone a mundae and relaxing repsondibilty. To dig so deep into your own soul and yourself and to realize you have the power of a god-it would kill people after a lifetime of suroduning themslevs with the mundane and complacent of what they had cheated themslelves of, of what theyw ere capable of. But I'm so grateful to have dug deep enough for that self belief to find that power-it led me to you. I've always wondered that if everyone was as potential to have as much power as I did or unuiness and expereincess and they only hid it, or if I was alone with it entirely. As I saw the richness of the world implode in front of me and cut aside the world, it became astoundly clear to me that it was possible for everyone, but I was one of the few that did."

"Tell me what it looked like." Her body readjusted across his small form, slander pale arms easing across his body as her focus eased across his form, one slender hand pressing across the sheets as she pulled it up by his chest. "One more time, before I go."

Bojack's hand eased with an awkward tramor across his chest as he turned his head to the open door, feeling his own desire to get to you as quickly s he was able, though he felt his timid wet eyes turning back over to the two of their bodies as he felt his focus pause. There was something in the air that seemd incessantly heavy in the air, something deep and human and slow and unexiciting; but somehtign unfathomablely worthwhile and human about it that was as deep as and soft, dizzingly rich and concentrated as much as what he had felt for you; that soft, true white feeling of a spell of that heavy warmth that was enough to make him feel as if he was detahcing from the earth of his own accord. He stepped back further and over to the open door, ears lowered back as his hands cramped across his chest while he watched the two of them.

"Iplosive, golden lights, cuttng through what had been almost an agreement between the black of the earth and the universe before and the white neon light of the lights of the lives and the black expanse of what existed outside of the foolish bumbling tripping desperation we made as a species-a sudden cut through of the expanse that made up the sphere of the human global sphere, a glow that was as warm as much as I what I felt when I came to you, darling." His drunken eyes flashed through the dark and Bojack's eys widned as his ears titled back, stepping over his feet as he fet his palm caress against the curve of the side of the opened door. "Like the small window of the guests that allowed us in tonight. The same small competent of cheating-but we've all found our peace for the time in our rebellon. Tjer'es something incredibly peaceful about death, end, stganace, no matter what anyone says; there's no challenge and nothing to change and nothing left to do except to fall into deep, profound acceptance of what it is, aand to adjust with it." "But you found me." His slender hand reflected against the moon as her palms eased across his cheek. "And I knwo you are your mind, all of its compleciites and where your pain comes from."

"The expaonse of the large world continued to revolve until there was a cutting edge of a glowing gleam of a light-the glowing ease of the lights began to trial into the night sky, and I knew I never had or ever would see anything so beautiful, and it only existed because I allowed myself to belief that I could make something from my existence-the only ay to truly connect to yourself with that god like power. Other things can inspire something similar, but at the end of it all its nothing compared to the connection you make with your most authentic self. And part of that was my love for you, as it is with anyone that's the closest thng to an extension of themselves they've ever have been or ever will be."

"The black, the ominious neon, the expaonse of lives upon lives all happening at once. You've told me before." Her hand contuiend to ease against his cheek, her eyes threading against him as her eyes undressed his body eased through the sheets.

"Everyone wants indivauality but no one wants to be within themsles enough to obtain it, to truly have that sens eof both profound suffering ad fear and beauty that comes along with truly being embedded into one's most inner deep self arpudn from anyone else. At that moment I knew my own inner iposible rich voice had been drowned out and cheapend throughout distractions that were lesser than my connection to myself my entire life. I felt the build up of the truth of the expaonse of existence of others' lives but they were dulled and disilloisuined now in comparison to what the world and even myself had always rubbed me from, which was myself. I felt myself benign raied up emotionally and otherwise while the gold warmth contuiend to cut through the expanse of the complcoaitons beside me as I felt my eyes reflecting and easing over to the warmth of the glow of the space tha twas now being eaten by the flashes of our life together-the vast world of exsience and love and every phisoplpgy only bein another fool of this with his own unnecessary complexity and denibaility of the spiral ball of life of circle that left and cme back again, the stretching of profound pain that make s genuine human life that finds us all eventually-I was choked by its beauty. The golden light raised and spread through the rest of the life surrounded by the hue of the ball and with a blot of the gold did it spread and snap with a sudden wave of blidnign light. And then I was blacked out, and I was with you, and the life settled into the mundinit,y but it was rch and full of your air and the way I loved you this time, and at that moment I knew what Ihad fought for to get to where I needed to be. You turned and saw me, and I knew I had succeed more than msot of every life I had ever grieved for ever would, and I felt clean."

"How did you stay sane, after everything?"

"I didn't. No one admits the deep and detrimental flaws that they have in their life or how loathsome it is while they have it and while they're in the situation; but once you have the power to see how small and sickly people truly are, it all comes to light. I'll never be sane knowing how sick people are again; you'll be gone by morning, and I'll go to my death."

The woman laughed, the soudnsoft and amused as her head title dto the side, hand eased onto the lemur's cheek.

"No. I'll be going and you'll find a way to follow, the way it always has been."

Bojack's eyes winced as he turned his focus back otnot he door, giving a rasp sigh in a small way as he eased his hand onto the cracked door. His worry and wet eyes turned towards the couple for a last moment, thought more than for physical observation than it was to take in the general feeling that made up the air surrounding the bedroom. The warmth of the incessant, dizzyign love was the same of why Bojack felt a borderline urgency to go back to your bedroom and lie down beside you, to pull you in, pain and flaws and of everyhng else besides that ever could have made up the night or anything into the next morning, or of any of those soft little mixed fixtures that made Bojack who he had been molded to be. The feeling surording him as his wet eyes focused on the woman and the lemur was something that seemd lie the lesse rverison of what he felt with you, but only because it didn't belong to him; he was only an outsider, an observer of the feeling, rather than inwardly experiencing it for evry detail, such as he did with you, such as he felt hat superficial feeling withe every person he had tried to lov that had left him empty because he hadn't had eyes to feel their mind in the emotional detaisl that mttered, only the factual idea that made him feel nothing, and such a sickly contrast to the rich and profound relief he had come to feel from you and you alone, both a rich and a imposisibly heavy feeling of how he had had to come this dar to find you, and how you were the only answer there ever was or ever had been in the large expaonse of the world.

Logic of physicality was the only thing that kept Bojakc fucninioig as he felt himself dizzy from the feeling while he made his way out the cracked door, closed it gently with one palm on the knob and the other on the door catiously as he gently closed it, ears lowered while hs teeth poked while a clumsy nervous apoloegtic expression eased across his face.

The woman's voice, the laughter of her own contmenet, and the lemur man's gruffled chucking eased through the crack of the door as Bojack kept his hands awkwardly by his chest, ears lowered as his worried eyes flicked over to where the door that led to the bedroom you shared was welcoming him, both ominous and the only thing that gave hima a wleocmed feeling to the warmth of welcome that trailed through the other side of the door and gave that profound, overwhelming warmth something to kep Bojack grounded and to make his own sense of why he finally felt like he was an expereiner of the feeling, rather than someone only getting the gradual idea as they merely stood by.

He found himself breathing heavier and more cautious as he made hs way over to the cracked door, fingertips cramping across his palm while he catioulsys stepped his way towards it, eyes winced in a tremor of unceinity while teeth poked as he stepped his way to the open door. With one hand did he press it across the door, letting out a vague grunt as he eased his shoulder against it as began to shoulder his way inside. His eys instnaly darted over to where he expected your form to be lying from the last tme he had left you; and it was in the same place it had been previously, with your body encircled against the sheets and your head pressed on the pillow, cruled up with the side of the sheets that would have wrapped across his body fully being embedded around your body. Bojack felt the way his lip curved up into a reflective intimacy that was remicnnecne of the heavy and profound warmth he had felt from the two people a moment before, but this time the feeling was fully and entirely his, a firstvieer of the feeling rather than a standbyer; and he could feel the breathtaking detail at being as such.

"Honey?"

Bojack stepped forward, lettingout a soft clumsy breath as he began to step his way forard, fingers eased across his palms while they cramped as his tender eyes trailed across the lump of your body in his own uncertainty. He took an unceertain breath as he let out a soft mumbled word under his lip as he turned his eys down, one hand rubbing awkwardly across his arm as he turned his winced and puffed eyes over to the door that was still awkwalrdy cracked from where he had opened it. He stepped backward, clumsily in his own verousness, his head snapping over to you now and then as ears lowered in uneinity and in that odd apologetic timid pain as he reached out one hand and pressed it on the cracked door and shut it with a soft pressure, a soft click confirming the intimacy and privacy now welcome to the two of you. The noises of the couple was now drowned out by the walls and the door, the downstairs only a reminiscent ghost of what had occurred earlier that night, and Bojakc himself and his mind entirely gone as he began to toe his way over to the bed.

"Uh-"

His voice was soft as much as it was naturally romantic in his humble humanity and unceirnity as he kneeld himself down in front of the bed, eyes easing across your body as hsi fingers cramped across his palm. His expression eased across your body as he reahce dout a palm to press onto your hips, dim eyes easing over to your body while his ears lowered down fully. Your lips were opened, a soft guise of peace across your skin as your eys were closed, one arm pressed across your chest and the under under your chin. Bojack winced as he gave a dee breath, resetting his own nervousness as much as he was able to thorough the thudding of his heart of waking you, or, as it always was with Bojack, the worry of somehow doing the wrong thing beyond repair.

His palms rested on your hip, easing against it as he began to ease himself up from the edge of it, eyes not leaving yours as his palm reached across hsi shirt and began to tug on the dirty grim of the material that came from the reckless drinking and impsulistivty of the night. He threw it over his head with a grunt, tossing the shirt to the side while his bruning drunken eyes met across the burning blur of the material while iw as thrown onto the ground, His tired eyes turned back to you, dim but grounded in his reflective exhausted matututy as he felt his blood rush as he took in the pale of your face.

He toed his way in a just as equally clumsy fashion back over to the other side of the bed, eyes easing across your body as he was now facing your back. He took an intake of a sharp breath as he took his palms on the sheets and began to lift it up, hear turning back to you in his own winced wound of exhaust as he began to ease himself onto the mattress, pulling the sheets on the curve of his stmomtach as he raised his palms on his body. He let out his own soft rasped mumbles and grunts as he leaned his body against the pillow that now sat on the back of the bed, only watching your back for a moment as he saw it blur in front of his vision from his drunken melancholy.

The nervousness that he felt from being around the preciousness was replaced by the general grounding that he felt when he allowed himel to believe in the stability you had with one another, and after a moment, a genuine form of peace and apprecation as he felt himeslf give one last breath of resetting himself into the grounding energy, and with a tug of his palms onto the sheets did he pull himself down for his sickly eyes to meet your back, hand pressed under his cheek while he watched you in conflicted exhaust, but now tender nand observation in his ease into the energy that made up your presence together.

"Honey."

He wasn't aware he had spoken the word, and even less did he expect for you to have any response ot it.

"Goddamit."

The slew of his own swears in his mind and the sudden panic and loathing that eased through his mind only increased when he sw that, not designs by inteiton but only by his impsuilve recc=kless clinging need for your reassurance to cause your body to turn after a few moments of readjustment. You let out your own breath that suggested your own sudden more itneional sound and movement as you raised your body up from whee you had been lying by your side.

"No-"

Bojack tried to reach out a hand to try and stop you from turning, but it was clear he had woken you. Hs eyes wince,d in that pathetic and timidn tender fashion as he watched your body roll over to where Bojack wa slying in front of you, his ears lowered as he met your own softness in his eyes as he gave a shaken somber breath, his hand coming back to his snout and under his cheek as he watched youw ith apoloegtci wet eyes.

"Honey, I'm sorry. Go back to bed. I shouldn't have woken you." His eyes turne down. "Especially after everything I put you through tonight."

Hs eyes spoke of all the ucnernty he felt as he saw the way your body gradually turned over to the side, unrpeosnive to the stumblign wrds Bojakc spoke as his eys were tender in the eflecgive dkr that surrudned the two fo you. Your chek rested on the back of your hand as your expresson met on his, eyes turning up against the wince in his eys as he saw the slightly more clearer exhaust in your eys now that had come from the past few minutes that you had gotten from sleep.

Your hand reached up, insitient for Bojakc to take. He paused, but his instinct took over as he leaned forward and allowed his hand to be pressed on our palm, his hand eased agaiian yours a she gave a vague caress of his fingertip, a soft smile curving on his lip as he felt his own tender appreciation ease into his eyes while he pressed his fingertip against your skin.

"No matter what circumstance you're in or what's taken from you, you can always come out and evolve into something that can respond ti to in a way that you need. It's how we survive, even if we feel like we never will."

Bojakc chuckled, gently as he allowed himself to fully relax onto the mattress, threading his fingertips across your palm as he allowed himself to fall into full trust of your eyes and the softness of your features as your palm rested on your cheek.

"Is that something I should have remmevred tonight hat you tried to tell me that I then entirely forgot?"

"Just something I felt like saying." Your face reached forward as your fingers squeezed against Bojack's palm, pressing a kiss against the chubiness of his form as your mouth caressed against his skin. Another squeeze of your hands against his palm as Bojack watched you, his ees wincing as he saw the ay your body readjusted back onto the pillow as your soft edge of red met across his eyes. "You bring that out of me. I wouldn't say those things otherwise. Or even think of them. I wouldn't think or feel or even be a lot of things if I weren't for you."

Bojack paused as he allowed your own fingertips to ease across his skin into a soft reflection of the rhythm of your skin and bodies, his eyes puffy with his own uneinity as he felt the rhythm of your fingertips ease across his palm.

"How do you feel about everything that happened tonight?"

Your lip curved up into a soft ease as it reflected across his eyes as he turend his wounded expression up to you. There was more eexhsution and of something being sterctehd more than there was anything else in your expression as the wamrht of your eys, complicated and melchcolhic met on his.

"I think you deserve and need to feel love, in any way that it comes to you, especially after the psychological impossibility of going a lifetime without feeling it."

"I-" He turned his expresisona way from you for a moment, expression wicked as he watched the dance of your hands ease across his skin. He turned his eys back up to the neon light of your fac,e eyes in a timid question as his expression met onto the soft guidance of yours. "Is that what you think I felt tonight?"

Your smile curved up into a further relfeced bitterness. "Not at all. But sometimes even the absent of love and the reminder of just how empty and terrible things are can either make you reocnnect o yourself in the core way of how ou need to carry yourself, or, if you have it, it can make you appreciate what you do have to emulate it. I know how sickly are, sweetheart, and its not just the kind that marriage can solve. You have issues that were brought from a robbing that was far more than just romantic, and I can't heal all of that for you. But I can at least tyr to give a sense of community, trashy and as failed as it might be, and at least try to bring you to yourself a little bit, in the twisted complicated way thats sometimes we need in certain circumstances in order to feel love at all."

Bojack sighed, eyes closed as he felt the muscles in his face both tnese as relase at the act of it. The dryness of his eyes reopened as he truend his palms back onto your hand, easing his fingertips across your skin as he gave a vagueg caress of the circle of his fingertips from your hand.

"I keep thinking about that couple that…did that crazy impsulse thing. How it must have felt for them, being among all these people tht at oen point, at least some of them, must have at least given them the situmaltion of being cared for, and how that all lead to less than nothing lon term. How-empty and stupid most relationships are and of people being so fickle when they say they care about you, how nonexistent that feeling and care is long term."

"Did you see yourself in that tonight? In them?"

A vague, timing shrug of his shoulders, a soft sigh that emitted from his lips. "I was just as caught off guard as much as anyone else, if what you're aksing is that I wasn't shocked. Not that I…haven't seen my fair share of being showed their own personal display of crakcing in this culture, of course I have, and I've seen and thought plenty myself. I mean-the balcony, falling off of it."

"You've thought of it."

A silence passed throught he covnersaiton, the heavy truth and meaning of Bojack's fingertips easing across your palms as his eyes eased away from yours int thought.

"Became as mundane to be to think of it as much as it did to wake up every morning." His eys turned back up t you, apoloegtci as much as they ere depethfl and profound as his expression eased across your eyes. "But you already could sense that in me."

You leaned forward as you rpessed another kiss to his knuckles. The heaviness and the fogginess that cme with both taking in things that people siad and did that didn't matter, the side stepping of taking in a couple sharing something profound and hm only being the bystander of it, began to fall away entirely in the wake of feeling the truth and the genuine humanity of something real between your bodies-of he intimacy of your red egged eyes as your turend your expression back up to him agin. He felt hismelf swallow, clumsily, and he saw the tedneress in our eyes at hearing the soft clumsiness that made up his delicate humanity.

"I thought that might be you one day."

"Oh, yeah?" His vague teaisng eyes into a gentle lowerign of brows as he titled his snout further across the pillow to make your bodies closer. You came into agreemnt as your hips turned and pressed the sheets across your hips, pulling over the express and then gently threadin it across his own plush hips eased it on top of hm as the blankets caressed across his skin. "And what would that look like for you?"

He felt vaguely disappointed in himself for even asking the questioning, almost as if he was stringing you along with a teasing sense that came along with expsosing the more self harming part sof himself.

"I'd like to think that at least you matched the energy of your despair, even if you did end up doing that. Rather than fighting it, you redressed up your fate or how you acted on it as a mode of your own personal version of relief or success or way of life, which has no definite way of being at the end of the day."

Bojack sighed softly, head turning down as puffy eyes winced.

"So it would be-a good thing, to you?'

"Not in that way. But if I couldn't save you or change he way youw ere, for whatever reason, if I had been too late to marry you. At least I'd like to think that even suffering gave us both a sense of accomplisemnt and gentleness and even a sense of life experience and of benign truly alive that otherwise we would have eben foggy headed and comcplacne with. I'd like to think that , at least-that no matter the circumstances, at the core of it all there's something incriedbly human and uathnetci taht is equal to all humans anyway, and a peace we cna all find no matter the level of suffering."

Bojack gave a thoughtful breath, then an ease of a sigh as his shoulders lowered while he turned his eyes downward, his palms squeezing against your own in his own intense clinging of keeping onto you.

"Wish I could have had these conversations earlier." His voice was apologetic, cracked as he turned his eys back up to you. "And by earlier I mean every phase of my life where I needed some emotional wisedom, or a refreshing take on it-or, something."

Your lips raised into a further smile, and your shoulders inched across the mattress while you kept your hand pressed firmly onto his.

"I wish I could have been, too."

The pathetic apology and the ucneinity in Bojack's expression that suggested someone far since content with themselves began to ease into a gentle clarity of his own acceptance and softness as he saw you inch your way further to his body. Your hand eased out of his palm as your hands gravidatetd towards his arms, threading and easing across his skin, You felt his goosebumps shiver as he in took his breath sharply. Your eyes turned down to where your hand was easing across the chubbiness of his arm, eyes turned back up to Bojack's tense expression in gentle concern.

"I'm fine." The softness o his reassurance on his eyes and the vague raise of his smile eased onto yours as his head tilted towards your eyes. "Just a long night of using my entirety body-and in a satisfying way. I'm still not entirely used to that."

You didn't say anything, though the unspoken look across your face as your eyes fluttered back down to Bojack's palm had a certain depth ot it that caused Bojack to watch you with that same emotional uncertainty and sickliness in his eyes.

"What do you want to do about the bodies?'

"The bodies?" Bojack's voice cracked, vauge dstunace even at the suggestion that there was a deceased body left. "The woman-she dsappered, didn't she? You saw that, too? It wasn't just me?" "She did." You gave a nod, and there was a compelling ease of something profound and relfetive n your eys tha seemd as ominous as much as what Bojack had felt when he had seen the way the spider had stepped across the edge of the cliff, head turned back and arms waved in front of her for he to be taken by something that had clelay been more pwoeeful than her or anything she possessed. "There-was onl one, wans't there, then? The guy? Someone didn't come and take him?"

You laughed, in a way that was both ashamed and reflective in your own clear uncomfortability a your palms squeezed against his hand, turning your eyes down to meet across the clasp of his chubby palm onto yours through the sheets.

"I'm too drunk to know right now." You pressed another kiss to his knuckles, the action soft and with the authentic profound condensation and the way you preciously felt about him enough to make the black chcok of ucneinity fall away from Bojack as he felt the movement; serenity your intention as your red edged eyes eased back up to him again.

"Well, then at least we managed to give ourselves peace with one thing tonight, because everything else. This dumb, weird idea that I had about this somehow brining respect to my life-I don't think I even came close to achieving that tonight."I'm shocked that no one did come and go to him. With the way I know people they would have used the opportunity for anything with a name to-something. I don't know what exactly, but I'm sure people would have a way to use something out of the chaos of it. A headline, a text photo, a social media blow up, or even just the idea of using it as a stimulant to clal the polce and talk about how horrible and dangerous my palce is. No one called anyone or anything, or at least tired?" You yawned, your lips rested across his hand as the curves of your face eased against it, your face swaying gently across his palm while your fingers stayed squeezed and gentle.

"Sorry. Right. Drunk. Me too."

"We can look in the morning." Your eyes opened up as you continued to ease your fingertip across the top of his hand, lips pressing again his knuckles with a soft intimacy that made all of Bojack's fears and quesiions seem as irrelevant to the relief he felt being with you as much as he knew they were. "If I try right now I'll be stumbling drunk myself and who knees whwre I'll end up, and god knows that we'll have another case on our hands all over again if that happens."

Bojack chuckled, in that simple, humsitic and humble fashion that at the core of it had the communication that he wanted to give you all of his support. The sound was unimpressively full of human flaws of insecurity and flawed communication and execution of intention, and from any stranger's eyes it would have seemed unimpresisve, flawed, easy to forget. As your eyes turned up and met Bojack's blurry eyes as the guise of his amusement with the rasp of a chuckle easing out of his lips he felt that full and profound warth that came along with being loveed, and with it, the proper component of what that overwhleming feeling without a home before had needed as he felt himself settle into it fully.

"Not if I was there to make sure that didn't happen."

His eyes lowered into a gentle and hooded durken intimacy. Your body responded accordingly, your small frail body easing up to him as your hand eased across his chest, fingertips squeezing onto his own cranwy skin, and Bojack felt his natural romanticism come out as he reached his hand forward and caressed it across your palm, eyes hooded and expression warm as he caressed his fingertips across your hand. His arm laned forward as it eased behind your head, until it rested on the pillow and behind your back, fingertips easing across your skin as he gave a soft concave for the plush of his molded body as he watched that emotions in your eyes that he knew could take him home every time.

His eyes darted across yours as he tried to churn through his memories of how the night had gone on, but the only thing that met his frantic wondering was the blurriness and the meaninglessness of the night, and his own intentions of finding his rare and profound relief through the intimacy of what you shared through that would have otherwise been an unbearable chaotic night.

"When we wake up in the moring-I guess-" He took a soft inake ofa breath, and your body curled further against him and into his chest, your head leaning across his skin as you enfurled across his embrace. His teeth poked as he reached out an arm and eased it across your body, pulling you furthe rin as he felt you legs caress and interiwne against his legs, your head turnend forward as he gave an ucneran breath, and then with an ease of his hand he allowed his palm to rest across your back as he pulled you in.

"We'll talk to the police about what happened."

"The police?" His eys widend as he tensed, and his eys darted down to where he felt your palms easing across his chest as you pulled yourself in. "I don't know if it would be a great idea-'

"If nothing else, we can clear up that it had nothing to do with you. We can tell them the story, tell them what happened, our perspective of it."

Bojack rolled his eyes up, giving a breath as he turned his snout back onto the top of your head, pulling in you subconsciously.

"Right. Because That's definitely been the way the law works. Just give a quick story with little to no evidence and yes, you're fine."

"We have plenty of witnesses."

'Witnessess for using the story against me or in a way that's twisted and not true, maybe, yes." Your head titled up, your edged eyes meeting across Bojack's as the red tilt of your eys met his own. He shook his head, pulling you in closer to his chest, and you readjusted your hands to ease across his skin as you allowed yourself to be pulled into the delicate comfort that was one another.

"I'm sorry. I know what you're saying. And you probably are right."

"If we go to the, it will be more likley that they got the story from us, and through that we;ll be more trustworthy."

Bojack paused as he heard the softness of you wavering but authentic voice raise into the air. His arms tensed as he eased your further into his embrace, eyes tracing up against the wall that was dimly reflective by the city lights outside and the wash of the yellow stagnant lights coming from the buildings and the business of the people even throughout the night and even after what had occurred, as indifferent as anything as they went about their business. Bojack became aware of how his life had been in a dull fog of unremabikility before he had started to recognize you as a day to day pattern of his life, forgotten even to himself, and the pireicing and demnaing energy of what surrounded him now that came along with the meaning of knowing and protecting you; and even through his black fear, espcially as he rememered what the lemur man had spoken and the picture he had painted, real or not, he began to feel a maddening grautuide for pain that, for once, although always present no matter what kind of combination made up a person's psychology, was one that made him feel indidvula grauutuide, rather than something to make his exeitence unfathomable and unbearable.

"What do you think happened?" His voice was imposisbly rich, soft as his voice eased across the top of your head. Your fingertips eased and clenched across his arms, digging into them softly as the itniensity of staying together within your bond and the focus of it increased along with your inteisnity of keeping and clinging onto one another, despite evry fear of unknown that surrounded you of what could go wrong.

"I don't know. And I'm not going to pretend like I have even a vague close answer just for the sake of having one." Your head titled up, hands easing away from where they squeezed across Bojack's arm as your fingertips eased under his snout. Heis focus turned away from the reflection of the blue light as he turned his expression downward, eyes winced as he felt your fingertips ease across his snout as your hands caressed under his snout, his head turned up as he felt the tenderness under your touch as he gave his own shaky breaths under your hand. "Though if I knew it would give you even the most vague peace of mind, I know I would instantly anyway. And I'm sorry, either way."

"Yeah." His voice eased through the space as his voice melded into a disquieted anxiety, but there was a settlement of maturity of acceptance as he titled his head forward and allowed his palms to ease further onto the curves of your body, pulling you in. I'm sorry, too." There was a bluntness in his voice, an acceptance that was eased into a vague blunt perspective that carried through the both of you at accepting the situation for what it was. Your hands eased across his arms as your fingertips threaded across his skin.

"Tomorrow. First thing-we both take them down to the body and see what she has to say?" Bojack's head title down to the curve of your neck, hands easing across your skin at the soft suggestion. There was a loathing there between the two of you; of the emptiness of the night, of the odd despair and just how much the both of you were on the tethering of it, of how much everyone else in your life had only been compatible if only for the idea of them, but knowing it wouldn't have worked in reality,-and the gentle relief and richness that came from loving one another and the guidence through that, even with the bittersweetness that came along with it of knowing how impossibly rare it had come to be.

"Why the woman?"

"Don't you feel it, too? I mean-I know it sounds like an outlandish drunken thought, but she did speak everything she did tonight for some reason-and I know drunk, and she didn't say the things she did drunk."

Your head turned as you curved your chin against the curve of his neck, easing the curve of your face into the side of his neck as he kept his interaintion against you.

"It'll only be for the morning. Just to get her down the balcony and to see what she thinks of-what happened. If he's still there, which, as I've stated, I would be surprised at, but also I know that there's only so much that people can do to profit off of someone who's..dead. Not as if they can project who they want him to be onto him, or to use him as a means of trying to mold him into something else or to complain about him when he's not perfectly cut out to their idea of who someone should be, or complain that they don't know him because he's closed when all of those other ideas combined leads to the same end of usually actually knowing someone."

"Your mind has had a long night." Your head titled forward as your lips pressed on the patch on his skin, squeezing your hands on his arms as you pulled yourself further into the curve of his plush body.

"That is the simple way of putting it."

"I know it's been a hard night. Being in your mind, people weaponizing you against them, the like."

"Again, the simple version. But you are capturing the general idea of the night."

"Did you see yourself in him?"

"Christ. So many questions."

You gave a shrug, gentleness in your eyes easing across Bojack's as your cheek rested under your hand. "Well. Yes."

Bojack's eyes flicked down, hardness in his consideration as his eyes eased down and onto the intertwining of your hands against his palms.

"I mean-I did know him for a couple of years." His eyes lowered as a soft glint of an ease of consideration eased in his eyes. His words came out more of a sigh that it did words as his eyes eased down, heavy on his eyelids and bleak and heavy in his almond eyes as he caressed his hands across yours. "You know, he was always one of those guys where you could tell he was always on the brink of being in denial of his life."

"In what way?"

"He was always on drugs. Drinking, overeating, making out. I guess that was the standard for all of us, and we just followed it down because that was all we knew and that was all we knew of how to keep ourselves grounded in this cage that came along with trying to convince ourselves that was our only sense of worth in life. For me, it felt more like a fact."

"Did you think tonight would happen?"

"Specially the way that it did?" His eys turned up to yours, glinted in his own uncertainty and pain as his eyes eased across to yours, fingers squeezing against your hand in his subconscious need for grounding. "No, not espcilaly." He shrugegd again as he gave a breath, heavy eyes easing down as he caressed his palm on your skin. "Though it wouldn't have been the first time it happened. Just not specifically over my balcony."

There was a soft admittance to the way he spoke, and in it as a deep pain of disbelief as to how things had occurred in Bojack's own somber, uncertain rasped way, oddly dignified and seeming like the most calm person you had met that night, but he already could read the way you that you saw into his pain. He turned his eyes up, letting out a soft rasp of uncertainty as his romantic, gentle eyes eased across your searching eyes-the only grounding he could find in that moment. His mane splayed out and he could see his reflection in your eyes; the splay of his black mane, his worn skin under his baggy and tormented fragile black eyes as his expression looked up to wher eyou lied beside him in the entangled sheets.

"This is going to haunt you." The statement took Bojack off guard, but not enough to make him feel something other than a quick shock. He had already known it, and he allowed the observation to pierce through him as it settled into his already murky headspace, muddy and foggy and dissociated, and willingly, in contrast to understanding anything sover.

"Wouldn't it be weird if it didn't?"

You nodded, your hand reaching out and threading through his disarrayed mane while your fingertips eased across his thick, coarse mane, soft eyes eyes easing as you turned your softness against his own wining and fragile unceinirty.

"We should get some sleep." Bojack's eyes eased down as he gripped his chubby hands on the sheets, pulling them further upward onto his chest in his own wordless subcniousness agreement to what you spoke. His chubby shoulders olled back, ears flicked down as his bleak and emotionally compact almond eyes turned up to your own concered ones, bittersweet and insigthufl and meeting him with where he was at at the same time.

"Ok."

You pulled yoursel furthe rinto Bojack's chest, and he gave a grunt of abreath as his own chubby arm raised further onto your shoulders while he eased you in, your body curling as you eased yourself into his chest, Bojack's eyes turning down as he felt a vague caution and a tension for a moment; but there was a muscle memory there now where previously there had been thick denial, and he breathed in as a last release as he allowed his palms to ease forward and press onto your back, his rapeseed trembling sighs easing across the top of your head as he pulled you into his embrace.

"Because of you, I've experecied something real and true and human every day. Because of you, I've felt comfort. Because of you I've felt alive and know what true human experience feels like and the beauty of truly loving someone profoundly and what that means. Because of you, I have an inner life, I have a life, I'm alive ."

The words rested in the air as you spoke them, as aithetic as much as they were heavy in their laden truth while they rested in the air that surrounded the two of you adn your entnageled bodies. You had spoken the words before, dressed up and spoken differently every time, but every time they semed to have a new confsesion to them, as complex as much as the endless and ever changing tide that came along with human experience and perception. Bojack wanted to speak something in a mutual response, but he only felt the words resting in the air, as real and as stretched with the uwnated but relentless mehcolcy of life but that ben the reason that had led you both to find one another in your own profound truth to begin with.

"What did they talk about with you in there?"

The next question cut through the heaviness that came alone with acknowledging the energy of your love, always as overwhelming as much as it was a savior. It was just as much as a detour as much as it was an acknowledgment from your end that there was no requirement for him to response or reciprocate. Bojack laughed, quietly, one eyebrows raised as he turned his eyes down to you in his own cocky amusement that he could manage in the middle of your warmth together.

"Is that the type of question that we should be asking before trying to sleep?"

Your fingertips pressed into the chubbiness of his arm, pads caressing against his skin, the pressure both comforting to him and a reminder of your own intensity of trying to stay by him and the need you both felt for it-and the bleakness on the other side.

"I think I heard him today, anyway; the general idea of what he meant."

"Yeah?" His hands eased out as it reached across your cheek, spreading off the smeared makeup and the running mascara that fell down the previously and now messy blush on your cheek. "Figures that something I wanted to be able to be at least something reminiscent of a good thing turned out like this. I know at this point in my life happiness is just a churning changing tide of whatever meets the person regardless of their lifestyle and that everyone gets it and losses it in their own way-but I wanted tonight to be different. I thought it could be. And I know I was stupid for thinking that."

Your head titled forward as you breathed in shakily, head turning forward as your face eased across his chest.

"We'll talk about it in the morning. All of us, with whatever is left." Your voice was trailing off into a warm and stagnant stoic exhaust, and Bojack felt the heaviness of his eyes bleakly easing up to reflection of the city and the lights that painted the walls in front of him, the light of them more profound and depthful with you in his arms, pain and bewilderment and horror combined, arms readjuing as he pressed you further into his plush curved stomach.

"Yeah." He paused, his hesitation towards touching you sill easing fully into his body as he turned his head down and readjsuted his arms against your body. He paused, leaning his head down to kiss on the top of your head, easing his lips across the top of where your delcialy had placed yourself against the curve of his stomach. "In the morning."

Excitement dug into him as you caressed your hands against his ski-the sickly kind that as both ominous and uncertain, but there was a sense of challenge and a vaug promise to it, and he could feel it just as much in his predisptoion of what tomorrow would bring as much as the comfort he got from you, something that had entailed to make everything richer and more profound than before, a gudindence towards where there had only been his evneutlaly stable but stumbling feet previously, and a strength to meet the new day tomorrow.

Though he knew that whatever the morning brought wa going to be far from easier, much as it was with everything else that dessed up Bojack's experiences, he knew that there was a sense of a deep that had been fulfilled by being your companion where there had been capable but terrifying indidvuiality previously. He closed his worn eyes as his ears flicked back as he closed his eyelids burning aaisnt the wear in his ees, flickering his ears back as he felt his teeth poke out, hands caressing across your back as he felt the warmth of the curve of his body ease into your head and the messeiss of the sheets wher eyou intimacy had been laid. There were plenty of adventures that would be explored in the future, and Bojack knew it was less than likely they would be stimulating more than they were comforting, and beyond what had occurred tonight.

Though knowing that, there was a strange combination of something that wa ominous and far from promising as to what was ahead, not unlike what the majority of Bojack's suffering and loveless life had been. But there was a difference this time, and he could feel it profusely; and at the core of it, it was an odd satisfying feeling of a promise that came along with, for the first time in his life, the core of all of his emotionally and phsyiclaly suffering, and the gradual breakage that came along with it over a period of time that was him trying to accept that suffering wa sno longer his sole and only reality; and the reeif that came along wtth the impossible but gradually obtained acceptancethat came from the cor esimple concept of being truly known adn loved by someone he felt the same as, and accepting the richness as a edward with no black lining, rather thans omething to be feared.

His heavy eyelids were closing agasitnt he burning of hid eyes as he let out a abrasive bleak rasp through his lip, closing his eys as he felt the black wash of unciniousnes flow over him, the last coherent thought he had being the trialing sond of the women's laughter and the bittersweet relief be got from both finding the answer in anothe and the terrible fear of what was ahead for him-and the knowledge that was both rich and horrfgying that he was no longer coping on his own.

The last iage in his eys was of the rich and expanse bittersweetness of the chaos the lemur man had described, and then Bojac fell into a mukry subccinciousness of the present moment that he knew he would look back on bitterly one day, as he had with all aspects of his approached life.

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"I can make you anything. Anything you'd like. For as long as you stay here, the house is yours as much as it is my husband and I's."

Your words sounded awkward as they left your lips, and they left hanging in the air feeling as out of place as much as your own slender body did standin agaisnt the counter in Bojack's kitchen, your arms placed across your hips and the white satian night gown eased across your body as your suggestion rested in the air. The sun was already well above the Los Angeels buildings, the noise and the smog just as quick in compliment to it into the blaring demand of the day that already required more energy than the average idnidvual would have the access to anytime in their life, and yet the expectation was always there.

The woman's eyes were more subdued today, her slender white hands eased across the coffee cup as her head titled forward from looking into it. Her eyes had mostly been on you for the majority of the morning as you had moved your body through the space. You had eased your arms out of Bojack's body earlier that day, making a point to wake up sooner than anyone else to ensure that both parties at least had a warm cup of a beverage to wake up to. The action was meant to soothe you more than the guests, and even in a way Bojack himself. His bleak and dark tinted eyes had woken up, puffily and dreaily as he had given a soft mumbled graon under his lip as your arms had threaded away from his hips, eyes puffy and exhausted as they had opened up for a minute inch of a moment while you easd your arms away from the chubbiness and soft grace of his skin, his rasps grunts leaving his lips as his weary eyes turned up to you, mane splayed and the double wrinkles under his eys somehow seeming more deep than they had been earlier, eyes delocated and dissociated as his chubby hands had reached for you.

You had softly whispered to him while your hands caressed on his chubby shoulders, pulling the sheets across his skin as he gave you a soft wince of his eyes and began to rock his head back onto the pillow, eyes closing while you easily rocked his clearly troubled sleep back to bed for at least a few more hours.

It had taken a few moments of procasciating to get yourself downstairs, switching in between the master bedroom and the bathroom while you had flipped the cloth on your palms in between washing your face, cleaning up some of the makeup stains on your towel beside Bojack's and for him, the vague combination between raw human oils and alcohol that lingered on his towel, to folding the clothes by the wardrobe. Being around what you found as his beautiful and melancholic worn disposition, you adoring the way his mane splayed out and the sickliness of his eyes and the gray balc matter under his chubby branwy skin in between love making messy entangled sheets and stout legs was enough to make you want to go back into bed with him; but the sounds of the conversation of the woman and the lemur man and the soft pattern of their feed has caused to grip your attention to the next bedroom, and along with that, the odd performance of control you were tyring to display now.

The woman titled her head, her eyes seeming to follow your every movement as you kept switching your own coffee cup, the majority of it being for the reason that you only needed something to keep you company yourself in the middle of your uncertain hands. There was somethin daunting about them, but it seemed more like a vague blinding fog now that it was of anything to be feared.

"You keep asking me what I want today."

Your gave a curt nod. "You're only here for a few hours. Wouldn't it be strange if I didn't?"

She paused, and her lips, more pale than they were previously with her lipstick and now no longer matching the equally unnatural red hue of her hair, eased upward as her head titled to the side.

"I guess not." She raised her cup up to you, lifting up her eyebrows as she brough the cup to her mouth and took a long sip of it. "By your standards. When you think about it, it's done more for you and your husband than it is for me."

You breathed in, eyes setting down to the counter for a moment as you tried to reocllect yourself from the vague jab the woman had given you that almost confirmed the vague ominous feeling that followed.

"Wasn't your husband planning on coming downstairs? Where is he?"

The woman laughed, the sound as controlled as much as it was vaguely chilling in a mundane way that gave you the vague power to know that it was mostly your paranoia that was making the scene seem less than favorable.

"We're in the same boat with that one. Where is yours?"

You said it bluntly, your hand easing onto the cup as you rushed yourself over to where the coffee cup in the corner sat on the conter as it churned the material inside of it. Your hand reached out and reched for the container, turning it over to your cup. The sentiment of wanting to cut off the woman for her prying or of adding power from her end was cut short from the simpcliy f your answer, just as you had wanted.

"Oh."

"He's still asleep. He sleeps in a lot on days when he has nothing to wake up for. After the past couple of weeks of the both of us getting ready for this large party, I think it's fair to say that he's more than likely celebrating that he gets an uneventful morning for the first time in weeks."

There was a teasing amusement to her voice, and one that suggested control more than what made you feel comfortable. You cleared your throat, easing your hands on the handle of your coffee cup as you turned back to he counter and placed it in front of her.

"Where is your husband, again?"

The woman's smile raised up, eerily as she indicated her sharp features and the hair that traced and bobbed around her cheks down to the cup, turning it in what seemed like a subcicnious fashion across her palm. Your head turned down as you watched the movement, clearing your throat as you tried to interrupt the distilled silence.

"It's funny how he would consider the people that he wanted to talk to before we go as a morning that considered uneventful."

Her voice was robot, stilled, titled into an almost robotic sense of a robotic attraction and air as she sat on the other end of the counter, her stretched smile and the tilt of her molded face just as much the same sentiment as she spoke.

The question that was answered mad eyou feel a vague sense of discomfort, but you only treurned the lack of control with a raise of a smile while you met into her own foggy colorful blue eys.

"He has trouble getting up at times. I always make sure I can try to make anything that he wakes up to a little bit easier by the time he does. Any given morning or day, sometimes afternoon, not just on what happened last night."

The woman's eyes fluttered, almost unnaturally as her lips continued to stretch across her skin, the sharp of her cheekbones giving her as much as a perfected robotic feel as much as her trialing and perfectly selected tone and words were, each one seeming pereffelcy picked out from the rest and seeming to carry a specific purpose from the usually clumsy thrown words that were humbly human but full of flaws and chaotic aimlessles like you and Bojack did every morning when you were both hungover or simply exhausted into a sweat laden and sleepy haven from the night or afternoon earlier.

"It must be nice for him to have such a considerate woman taking care of him in his life after having no one but himself or other shitty relaionships for so long."

"We take care of one another. As for his other relationships, I can't say anything for certain about what they were like."

"Oh, come on." The woman laughed, throatily and with a mocking cockiness as she turned her head to the side as her body treamored over her reaction, body swaying to the ;eft side in her amusement. She recovered as her lips eased into a confident smile seconds after as she straghed herself back up. "You know better than anything that you are the string that's keeping that man upright. He was already a trembling, barely put together thread enough as it was to start. If you leave, he'll crack and break forward all over again."

"And you know this personally?" Your head titled forward onto the the cup, your eyes not turning away from her this time and not bothering to hide the edge of challenge to your voice.

The woman turned her head over to the window, slender hand eased across her cheek while a bemused and secretive smile rested on her lip. She turned her head back down to the cup again, turning it into her palms as her eyes quietly rested across the cup.

"Love is pointless. Art is pointless-especially for most. It was for your estranged husband that went through his entire life tyring to find meaning and cling onto the ever changing." Her hand lifted up the cup, raising up her eyebrows to you as he lips turned forward into a strained grin, vaguely shar in the edges of her eyes as she lifted the cup upward. "The only thing any of us have is the now, and that's exhausting, but it leaves very little, if any, room for truth."

Your ears were strained to try and hear if Bojack was getting himself off of the bed; your head titled forward as your eyes turned up to the white steps of the hallway across the living room. There was the soft vague sound of pattering that suggested feet easing across the hallway-a heaviness to the step that would have matched the heavy sleepiness of Bojack as he wrapped his disgruntled body off of the bed with one robe pressed around his body, eyes delocated and dissociated and mane splayed out as he made his way from one room to the other in his own lovable slowness.

"What were you trying to say last night?" Your eyes turned back over to the woman. She breathed as she readjusted at your words, tilting her head to the side as she watched you with her eyes easing across your body.

"Last night?" She turned her head back down to her cup. A vague shrug of her shoulders met the pale of her arms that were poking out from the sharp thread of her shirt as it eased across her torso. "There were so many things going on last night. I can't believe that any of it would actually stick."

Her lips raised to an attempt of a smile, teeth gleaming as she did so at her attempt at a grin, though there was something incessantly unnatural about it. Her head titled to the side as you watched her with your lips open slightly as you tried to come up with an answer, though your thoughts had been reduced to a scattered fogginess rather than anything that could have aided you.

"You went on an entire tangent last night. Sober. Do you remember that?"

"Last night?" Her eyes darted upward, frown easing across her face as her lips raised into a amused eerier consideration. "I was on a lot last night. My husband and I have a chance to let loose for a little while now and then and then everything snaps away into a foggy forgetfulness the next day. With your husband and the kind of person he is, I'm sure you know what I'm talking about."

"The rules breaking. Coming to see me and my husband because of this..energy. You said it with an incredibly clear headspace. Whatever dissociation or fogginess you went through, it seemed like you were very clear headed while you were saying all that last night."

The woman's eyes darted between yours, and the amusement and airy teasing left her eyes as her sight rested on your body. The muscles on her ace began to limp as her expression eased across you features, intense enough that you wanted to turn your face away, but also the same reason why you couldn't bring yourself to.

"I just came and delivered what you already know. You can defend yourselves as much as you want. You don't get what you and your husband has out of nothing, and not without attracting people here that I'm sure you never meant to-but that's the only way it goes. You're small, life is mundane, nothing you do can detract from that, nothing you've done is any special-" She readjusted her body as her sharp eyes eased across your body. "And yet here you are, turning the mundane of two unimpressive and flawed people into something everyone wants to be apart of in your sickly human desperation."

"What do you mean about people coming to see us?" Your head turned forward, voice low as your eyes darted across her body as she titled her head and looked at you through the corner of her eyes as she kept herself upright, as if to separate from your sudden desperate cursotry easing through your body now that she was opening up. "Is there something my husband and I have to be aware of? Something we need to change, or be cautious about?"

"Like anything, you'll discover it and figure it out." Her eyes flicked away from where she was giving you minute crumbs of her attention as she redirected it over to the wall that saw behind the fridge. "I just wanted to be one of the few that aren't such selfish carriers that others might be. You should be grateful for the sacrifice. I've put my husband and I and the very little time we've had to warn you."

"Warn about what?" Your voice was almost shouting with the amount of emotional intensity that was in it as your head snapped forward. The woman snapped her eyes over to you as she jolted vaguely, her eyes dimming over to your expression and the sudden violent intensity of it. The woman's eyes snapped over to you as her body jolted, giving away a vague timidness that was cut out of her attempt at being regal.

"She's usually downstairs. I can try and show you around if you want. We were planning on spending the rest of the day cleaning shit up and making going down the street to see whatever aftermath might have come out of what happened last night. And the balcony-downstairs. We aware talking about checking that out too after-you know."

Bojack's tired and gruff voice was trailing from the steps as he made his way down, the man stepping beside him as you recingzined both of their foot patterns. The woman's head snapped over her shoulder as she straightened herself up, eyes turning over to where Bojack's head was turned over to the lemur man's stout body as he stepped from one stair and over to the other with his small body stumbling against the steps and onto the floor, Bojack's dry almond eyes following him with one chubby hand gripped onto his robe.

Your own body was returning back to its own lack position as you eased your body back, raising up a smile as Bojack's still puffy and exhausted eyes turned to you as he gave you his own equally detached and exhausted grin. The woman snapped her back back over to your, body easing across the counter as she leaned her body forward with that same maddening urgency in her eyes as she eased her body across the counter and looked at you with maddening alarm.

"Whatever you discover or think you feel, don't let it take you away from what the both of you have found. If you let that happen, it will affect more than whatever it is that you're getting out of benign with one another so closely. Stay ignorant, but aware, and only for as long as you need to kep the walls up."

The muscle son your face tensed. "What?"

"You two were given something that would be considerable unfathomable to most in its value and unseen in it-you have the logical worth of someone who is depressed and mundane, but in your raw human desperation and in Bojack's regalness for his grief you two managed to turn unremarkable and mocking suffering into something profound and unforgettable, and I know you both feel the treasures of that and how the richness of it carries you every day. No matter how much we fool ourselves as people, we can always feel at the end of the day the end of the day what is right and what isn't. The two of you were given something profound that can only normally be dreamed of, much less believed in, and the value of both of your existence has increased in ways you shouldn't understand, and in ways that others can't fathom regardless."

"I don't-" You paused for a moment as your eyes darted across her expression. Your eyes snapped over to Bojack as you saw him and the lemur man making themselves in earshot. "I want him to have peace. Do you understand?"

"Then let him have peace." The woman eased her body back into an unassuming upright and confident position, her hands gripped acorss the cup just as Bojack and the lemur man made their way over to the counter. "Be in the same thread of the rhythm. Just keep your heads down and enjoy the soft minute peace of genuine humanity that's the only thing of actual worth at the core of human existence."

Her voice was a soft and rushed whisper, enough that it caused you to barley catch the almost odd shyness of her words. Bojack let out a low, rasped breath as he made his way across the counter, turning his body over to you as your eased your eyes away from the woman, Bojack's smile raised into a soft and welcoming glint despite his exhaust as he raised out his arms and eased it across your torso, pulling you in. Your hand gripped across the plush robe as lovable as and as messy as much as his still disarrayed mane as your body leaned against his own, resting your cheek against his robe as your eyes darted over to the woman while you fell into the attraction of Bojack's charismatic confidence and the humbleness of his still waking body.

"Look at you ladies go. Already going on in the snipey whisper drama woman love so much before eleven. That is impressive. Look at you two go."

"I was just trying to make sure that she got what she wanted for breakfast." Your body rocked across the curve of Bojack's stomach as the woman snapped her head over her shoulder, greeting the lemur man as her slender hand rested on his, showing no signs of th intense fear and anger in her eys previously.

"And that takes in the form of coffee and whispers?"

Bojack's tone was teasing and gentle at his core, and you turned your chin up to allow Bojack to kiss your lips. He chuckled as he turned his snout forward, easing across your mouth as he gave a vague breath of his own clumsy intimacy and relief across your lip while his mouth pressed on yours with a soft clumsy rasped grunt.

The woman turned her head over from where she was talking lowly to the lemur man, her air turning from something that was secretive and snippy to something more gentle and teasing with her fingertips eased under his chin. The lemur's eyes were soft and guiding into her light as he turned his head up, chucking with his own softness that broke and agreed under the teasing of her fingertips as he twisted under her hand.

"Are you two stay for..the rest of breakfast?" Bojack's voice was gruff with the amount of his grittiness as he came back from sleep, and you smiled as you eased your head further across his arm and allowed yourself to enjoy the humble feeling of the curve of his stomach to press against you, right along with the softness of his robe. "I could make you anything."

The woman laughed, her voice trailed into something far lighter now that she had been before with her teasing and snippy personality. Her head turned back over to the counter as she kept her palm eased across the lemur man's shoulder, who stumbled his body beside her while his body leaned against hers.

"Worried about keeping along your trashy company for as long as you can get us?" Her slender hands eased against the coffee cup, her eyes turning upward into a teasing glint that seemed content at its core, but there was a heaviness to the way they stood by each other as the lemur man sat himself by her in front of the counter.

"I-enjoyed everything that happened last night. I'm glad you came."

Your chin turned up as you met the insistence of Bojack's fragile eyes, cocky light in his almond eyes that matched well with his cocky worn and aged features that were showing off just how much the chaos of the night had taken over him more than his own still boyish and party based energy was executing. For the time being his tone was polite, kind and somber in the same way you had felt yourself welcomed and allured to that more profound meaning all that time ago.

"Your wife mentioned that there were some exhibits that she wanted to show off to us before we left. I guess the two of you have different ideas of party favors."

The woman lifted up her eyebrows, other half of her face covered by the coffee as she titled it forward and took a long sip of the warm drink. You readjusted against Bojack's arms as you heard him let out his own disgruntled, knowing rasp while hs stocky arms squeezed further on your body and kept you pulled in.

"Right. The, uh-the incident that happened last night." Your hands gripped further onto Bojack's skin, your body encircled against the plush curve of his stomach. His eyes winced up, shyly, apologetically as his eyes snapped between the two people. "Do you remember that?"

"Who can be bothered to remember anything that happened last night."

"Did you not have fun?" Bojack's voice was gentle, but an edge entered his voice as he spoke; "Because you seemed like you were having the time of your life last night, taking time for your wife and coming in early and having no problem going upstairs to give me your…speech. If you want to call it that."

"I thought it was as eventual of a night that I'm sure you wanted it to be, Horseman."

"Well, I don't know about eventful." Bojack's words choked as he spoke, and your chin eased up to his chest while you watched his conflict. "I just wanted to see what would come out of it. I think the end result was something more of a..mixed bag.?"

"I thought it was fun-for as long as I was able ot jam enough into my lungs to distract myself from what people around me actually felt like. Even if you find your own happiness and keep the centerment of them by you, you still end up being dragged down by the other people who haven't figured anything out. That's the downhill of being human and everything it entails."

Bojack's arm pressed further on your body. Your hand caressed the clumsy modled chest of his body as your hand caressed against his skin, your cheek leaned across his body. "Yeah?"

The lemur man squeezed his hand on the slender woman's shoulder, who rolled her shoulders back at his touch, satisfaction glitning in her eyes as she felt his palms thread on her skin. He kissed her shoulder, emitting a soft laugh from her lip as she titled her head back with the warmth of her eyes more profound than even the distant fogginess that had been in them previously, though it was still present as your head turned over your shoulder and caught a glimpse of her eyes.

"If you ask me, if something doesn't feel good, it's for a reason-and the more you dwell on it, it'll either numb or get worse. I did that for too many years-until I realize I had to jump and reach out to the few things that were genuine and good and true and keep them by me as deeply and as tightly as I could. It was the only way of making sure I could make at least something out of what my life had molded me into and had forced me to go through." His head turned to the woman beside him as he leaned forward and eased his cheek against the sharp of hers, and she gave a soft emission of a laugh as she leaned her head across his cheek. "It wasn't as if she wasn't waiting for me anyway."'

There was a silence from the end of you and Bojack. Bojack's eyes winced into something that was vague and detached, distant, as his expression eased across their bodies while they fell into a soft intimacy of touches and laughter for a vague moment.

"Right." After another breath of a pause, Bojack's arms began to ghost out from cradling your hips. His hands gracefully met your palms as his hands detached from where he was keeping you swayed by his arms, his fingertips squeezing your hands as his palms caressed across your palms and gave you a squeeze with his fingertips before letting go. Your arms pressed across your chest as you turned your head downward, keeping your arms closely eased by your chest for the sake of keeping yourself protected from the energy of what usually made up the alcoholic energy of the space.

Bojack made his way over to where you had several plates sat out on the counter, himself reaching out a hand as he pressed it under the plates that you left by impulsively half made eggs and toast that now sat beside the half running coffee maker.

"I didn't have as much time as I wanted to to make everyone breakfast." You said the words quickly, feeling the need to go at your own defense for reasons you weren't sure you needed; your rhythm with Bojack was one that had long since been one that was safe in the core rich way that mattered.

Bojack chuckled, amused and in his charismatic teasing and the soft morning of the way his bumbly human form matched well with the soft grogginess of those hours. His wrinkled and puffy eyes full of that boyish light turned ot you as he eased a chubby palm on the coffee maker, turning it up to you with a raise of his hand.

"Look at her. All bashful and taking it easy on her sell. Have you seen what this woman can make when she sets her mind to it?" He leaned his hips against the counter, turning as he reached for a forgotten coffee cup and eased his hands by the counter and used it to pour under the coffee maker as he poured the warm liquor. A vague reassured smile curved on your lips as you watched him. "Put this woman in a scenario where she's not nervous out of he remind and I guarantee you'll be blown away at the shit she can dream up." His disgruntled mouth eased forward onto his cup as he took a warm sip of it, indicating his head over to where you stood, your body straightening up as you gave him a ghost of a raise of your lip. "I'm telling you, catch her on a good morning and she'll make you a meal that will make it worthwhile with whatever bullshit kept you over here overnight."

Bojack's eyes winced as he gave another awkwardly and throat chug of the coffee, pressing his two lips together as he pressed his lips together from the warmth of it while placing both hands on it, profound grace across his face even in the wrecked worn look of his appearance that had overtaken what was a less than taken sleep overnight. Even as you felt your body straightening up, you felt the desperation to ask him about it-whether or not it would be a conversation to genuinely be had was less than likely, if you knew anything from the chaos in Boajck's eyes that had far more going on than would ever be understood, and even more than he ever wanted acknowledged.

"So you two love to do this cute thing where you speak in this weird code in front of people who obviously have no idea what you're talking about." His ears splayed back while the questioning timidness in his eyes increased. "What do you mean by she was waiting for you."

The woman's shap face turned down to her coffee, turning her hand across the coffee cup, her confident and teasing air rested into starting down at her cup. The lemur man cleared his throat, his wide eyes snapping over to the window that met across his large luminous eyes. His lip jutted out, but only for a soft betrayal of a moment that showed off something that seemed like a trembling break through of emotion. Bojack's eyes darted between them until his expression rested on yours. You still felt vaguely paralyzed from the woman's eyes and the ominous challenge in them, though you were loosening as you saw the conflict in Bojack's worried eyes as you offered him a raised grin.

"We'll be leaving, then."

Bojack's head snapped back over to the lemur man, striagthing upward as he saw the way the man eased his mouth towards the woman, who leaned her head forward to where he was talking to her with a low voice.

"Leaving?" Bojack choked, coffee sputtering from his lip, wiping it as his eyes winced while he looked between the couple. Both turned from ther conversation as he watched them with teeth poked. "We could still make you some breakfast. Could show you around."

"Any reason for us to stay?" The woman's shoulders were already starting to shrug into where the man lifted the coat onto her shoulders, his small stout feet tip toeing quickly over to where it hang in the front door while the wife offered you both an edge glint of her eyes while looking between the two of you in a smirk that was both challenging, and, under the hint of those foggy eyes and the detached distance of it that came along with the hidden defense, a deep and unreadable sorrow. Other than bragging about your wife's not yet existing breakfast at around the exact time of ten thirty in the afternoon."

"It's still the morning! Afternoon isn't officially until noon hours."

Bojack sputtered through his coffee, eyes hard as his expression eased across the couple while they turned their eyes to one another as the woman finished shrugging the coat onto her body. You snapped your head over to them as the lemur man kept his hands on the middle part of his wife's back as he began to step her backward.

"We had an incredible time. We meant it." His hands squeezed across his wife's wrists as seh gave an equally timid attempt at reassurance, though the shakiness of her lips gave her away as she stumbled her way along with the lemur while he began to guide her to the door.

"Do you want to-" Bojack tripped over his feet, his eyes snapping over to you with his teeth poked. You only looked at him with a saddened look as you have a shrug, exhaustion in your eyes, the fogginess of your hangover keeping you from properly being able to think clearly.

"Do you want to talk to them about last night?" Your hand pressed on the back of your neck. Bojack's panicked eyes turned to the couple as he stumbled his way forward, fingertips eased across his palms, thumbs threading across his skin in what gave away a clear panic.

"Wait."

He stepped forward until he was more into the living room than the kitchen, teeth poked and ears lowered as his eyes pierced through the couple desperation even as the woman tripped over her heels that the lemur was helping her put on while they both stumbled their way to the cracked open door.

The woman turned, pausing in her own low conversation she had been having with the lemur, full fo something that seemed of an intense context. Sher turned her head sharply over her shoulder as she looked over at Bojack in question, his disposition even more apoloegtic and pathetic as the tender worry came over his face, fingers pressed on his palms as he breathed in as lookd between the two of them.

"Can we..talk about what happened last night? What you said?"

Bojack's hand reached out in a gesture. You felt your body ease down into something that was both a relief and a tension at the same time as your eyes fluttered downward, palms subconsciously caressed on your skin to keep the chaotic thoughts and words at bay.

The woman lifted up her sharp eyebrows further, lip pouted out into something unreadable as she turned back to Bojack. Her head turned over to the lemur man and he only gave a vague nod, one only meant for their own private conversation as he kept his hands on the curve o her back .

"We didn't talk about anything especially profound last night."

"Profound?" Bojack's ears flicked up, a small something equivalent to a smirk, though that fragile worry was still leading the majority of his air. "No, not profound. Obviously that wasn't what I meant." He chuckled, nervous, and defensive as his hands threaded together in his timidness. "I didn't mean anything profound. What I was referring to was more so of the idea of trying to make sense of everything you said to me last night. Do you remember that?"

The woman's eyes flashed as she watched him, and you had turned over your shoulder as you felt your eyes flash up in a vague white shock at seeing the way the fogginess of her eyes was increasing the more that she stepped over to the open doors. But she paused on their way over to Boajck's open gay doors as she turned, her hand reaching out and threading across the middle part of the man's back, a tenderness and bond there that seemed to be the only thing that was propelling against the fear that was emitting between them.

"I was drunk last night."

"Were you?" Bojack's head titled forward, and the nervousness of his fingers were now gravitating over to his chest as he gave a cross of his ams. "Because it seemed like you were speaking pretty coherently when you were talking. Seemed like you almost had the entire thing planend out."

"That's what I told her." You overcame the fog of you own fear and hesitancy as your voice pierced out. Bojack's head turned to you, eyes hollowed and dim as he watched you lean by the counter while you tried to recollect yourself from the fear you elt from the foggy teasing of the woman's eyes.

The woman's gaze in question, becoming more aggravated right along with the blue blurriness of them that was adding to the sens eof inhuamnity, flicked over between the two of you. An uncofmotable wave crossed over her body, and she gave an abrupt laugh, turning her head forward. The lemur man's eyes flicked over to her body, a sense of lack of control in his own air as much as you adn Bojack clearly felt.

"You two heard so much last night. And I will admit that I said a lot myself. Some things just come tumbling out and there's nothing that can be done about it. It just goes spewing out into the chaos of the night." She titled her sharp expression over to Bojack, who stepped back subcicnioulsy as the pain and the abrasive curiosity in his eyes dimmed as he gave a soft breath of something that sounded like an apology, stepping his way back as his palms paused awkwardly by his chest. "You don't need to worry about anything I said last night. I'm a dignified drunk. I just wanted to make sure that someone was aware of what was going through the narratives I made up in my mind before we arrived."

"Sweetheart, tell her the truth." The lemur man's voice was abrupt and abrasive, an edge of urgency to it. The woman's head snapped down to him as her fingertips gripped firmly across his arms and around the fur of her coat, the dignity of her lips spewed down into a choked twist as she snapped her head down to his urgency. His hands gripped against the side of her clothes with urgency, and a tension overcame them both as the woman's eyes snapped back over to Bojack's inquiring ones, eyebrow raised up as he watched her. His hands fell on his hip, and you rushed away from the counter as you stepped only a few inches away from him.

"Well, aren't you two just the little kings of revealers whether you mean to or not. Come on, spill. What's the idea with what your wife was spewing out."

The lemur man cleared his throat.

"She wasn't on the best guard-"

"Something about traveling a long way and sacrificing a lot?" Bojack leaned his body against your arms that reached out to pull into your embrace, his eyes turned up to the ceiling as he tapped his fingertips onto his lip.

"My wife overtalked last night. But under no circumstances were we trying to throw either of you or give you any information that should harm you. We were just trying to process the decisions I made to get here-what we both did."

Bojack's heavily lidded eyes eased further down. You had come to understand over a period of time that being Bojack's partner had a requirement to have a full and resounding acceptance of inevitable and permanent pain and deep depression to the point where it was forced to become a certain survival instinct of beauty; and that included the comical and bewildering but ultimately ominous uncomfortability that settled in the atmosphere at the moment.

Bojack snapped his finger out in front of him as hsi eyebrows were still raised in challenge. "Is this all some new crackhead code talk that I haven't been updated about? Or are you just stumbling over your fee tin embarrassment from speaking nonsense."

"It's not nonsense." The woman's voice sharply snapped as it interrupted the slow fog of questioning. Bojack's eyes snapped over to her as he stepped back into your palms. "And you would know it if you were aware of what you did. What's going on."

Her head turned up, intensely, snapping away from the intensity of her husband's grasp to keep her by him as she stepped her way forward. He pulled her back, speaking a low word to her as she stepped back, her sharp features turned back down as she listened to the soft soothing of her husband's words.

"Ok." Bojack breathed for a moment as he paused. His hands cramped as he stepped his way further back into your embrace, reaching out his hand to press on your wrists to ground him. "So-what I'm asking is what you two mean by all the nonsense you keep talking about."

"You're disrespecting us by the way you ask about it." The woman's voice was sharp, just as much as the intensity of her face as her eyes were harded into a hard fight. Her head turned over her shoulder as the lemur man pulled her back.

Bojack's eyes wicked in an insulted fashion, hand ghosting away from your palms as it rested on his chest as his eyes winced as ears flicked back, insult in the muscles of his fcae.

"I am asking you to explain what the both of you are talking about. I'm trying to be respectful so that we can communicate."

The woman turned her head down, then eased her head over to her husband. His lips pressed together as her pupils flicked across her body, turning his head down as he cleared his throat. Your hand kept on Boajck's plush hips, trying to offer his own stumbling body into your embrace as much solace as you could manage.

"Well, you keep asking for a reason." The lemur man's voice was stoic as he turned his head up, his own eyes that seemd to be drenched in a dry sober nature turning between the both of you. "That must mean that it meant something to both of you to keep asking about it."

"It-" Bojack cut himself off, turning his eyes over to your as he fell further onto your palms as he stepped back and scratched the back of his neck, face falling as he allowed his body to ease fully into your embrace. His head turned back to the couple after a moment of looking into your own lot, red tinted and foggy eyes. "I just think that my wife and I both agree that the way we love one another is..intense in a way that neither of us expected. We want to be able to believe that it's just something that happens when two people meant for one another find each other, but we both-sometimes admit that it might be more than that."

His voice was somber in that sad and isolated way only he could manage to make compelling. Your head turned down, pressing on his shoulder as you pulled him further and eased your arms across his body, turning your head to the side as your cheek rested on the plush of his shoulder blades.

The woman turned down, her body readjusting against the lemur man's hands as she stepped further back, her heels finally managing to press into firmly into the rest of her shoes. The lemur readjusted as his wide eyes turned down, clearing his throat as his sorrowful eys turned between the both of you.

"Whatever my wife said last night, it dosen't matter." "It does." There was a soft begging to Bojack's voice as he stepped forward. You gave a soft murmur as yous spoke his name, the tone of his voice reminding you of the preciousness of his lost heart as he turned to you with his rasped breath easing out of his lip as he reached out a palm and eased it against your hand.

'It dosen't matter, because she said it in an act of bad faith. It was the wrong timing, and she said it with the idea that she would somehow add some clarity to something."

"Add clarity to what? What is it?" Bojack's hands eased out, his eyes begging as much as they were soft. You pulled him back, easing your hands across his hips as your hands found relief of safety of cradling him under his robe while your hands rested on his skin.

"It'll be over soon. We were just about to go out on our way, get our punishment for what I felt like I had to do." His eyes turned up to the woman, and her expression, sorrowful but accepting, turned over to his eyes as his paralzed expression of his own emotion met into ours.

"Punishment? No." Bojack turned his head back over to the messy kitchen. "Look, man, whatever it is that whatever anyone saw either of you do last night, it dosen't matter. You can be better than whatever it is they say about it. Let my wife and I make you some breakfast. We can show you how peaceful things can be in a city like this if you try, if you didn't already know. If I can do it, anyone can." He winced. "I mean-maybe. Eventually."

The woman laughed, the sound ripping out of her lips as her head abruptly turned forward, her hips turning forward in her own mockery. The sound was both wretched and ominous as it ripped into the air, the woman turning her back back as the chilling sound of it rested against the empty space of Bojack's. His ears flicked back as he turned to you with his eyes soft and uncertain-you gave him a squeeze of your hand as he gave a breath in response to the sound it left in the white walls of his house. Her face cramped into genuine amusement, head snapped forward as she gave sickly laughs from her lip. The lemur man shook his head abruptly, his hand pressed on the middle part of her back as his large eyes snapped downward while he gave an abrupt steps back towards the doors.

"You've been incredibly kind. Courteous. You're in such a different understanding of the world that it couldn't even come close to what we both feel and what we're both facing. But you might, one day, and I think that's why my wife was tempted to try and tell you two as much."

Bojack's eyes winced, sickly, an genuine insult on is face that you knew came from the core of anxiety.

"Ok. So-" He rubebd the back of his neck, both worry and judgement in his gentle eyes. "Do you want me to call the ambulance now or later to help with the clear mental condtion the both of you have obatined somewhere down the way last night? I've heard of sexual dieseaes, but I didn't think it would get to the point wher eyou would be babbling out nonsense and actling like we're crazy for repsodning to it." He chuckled, heavily, as he indicated to you with a hand. "Not the best way to try and have us introduce you to something that you say you came all this way for just to experience."

The woman sighed sharply, turning her head back over to the lemur. He hesitated at meeting her eyes, but eventually his own detached ones turned up to hers, as quesnitioning into hers as muchas they were cautious.

"Should we?" Her eyes flicked across the lemur man. "Tell them."

"You already tried. He tried to label it as a crackhead rhythm." His voice was raised into a normal tone that suggested how little he cared if either of you heard as he turned his stout eyes to the both of you, his eyes centering on Bojack. "That's all we need to know about the amount of danger that you already risked for the sake of trying to give him something that he's already made clear he dosen't want-or isn't prepared for." He gave a shrug, his hand easing against the woman's back as he indicated his head over to the cracked open door of Bojack's house, leading out inot the busy smog ridden day. "Either way. It's clear that they'll figure it out in their own way, and if they don't, they'll be told eventually. Unlike a lot of sad, insane, lost souls who pull out meaning from the most soulless situations like the fools they are, Bojack and his wife at least will have one where they can have it drieclty given to them; though how they respond to it is something that I'm sure sure will be promised to be something soothing or even good."

"We're right here." Bojack's voice was edged as he spoke, eyebrow raised, his body only being held back by your hand on his hip and the warm intimacy of it. "You know that you can just tell us this directly, right?"

"None of our concern, you're right." The woman ignored Bojack's abrupt sharpness, turning her head down as she began to follow the lemur outside while he cracked open the door. "We've already lost for ourselves anyway, haven't we?"

The lemur man didn't respond; he only began to follow her out the door, though his air began heavier at her words. His words were gruff and focused as he began to lead her outside, herself tripping over her feet as she began to make her way out to the parking lot. The lemur man's voice could occasionally be heard through the trialing of his rasped voice as he began to lead her down the steps to guide her.

Bojack's twisted expression and worried eyes snapped over to you, eyes white and compelling with his emotional depth and conflcit. Your lips parted an inch as your worried red eyes met on his, and Bojack took in a breath of a frantic intake as he snapped his head back over to where they ere making their way out.

"Hey."

Bojack's hand reached out, teeth poking out as he tripped over himself to stop the couple. They didn't stop this time, and your hands eased across Bojack's hips as you tried to pull him back.

"Honey-" You spoke awkwardly as you tried to ease him back into your embrace. He gave a awkward grunt as he was pulled back into your hands. "Let it go."

"No1" Clumsy and inisitney was Bojack's low voice as he stepped forward frantically while his compelling desperate eyes eased to the door. The woman stepped over her feet as she bagn to follow him, tripping over herself in her still hungover exhaust as she began to follow him outside.

"I want to show you the man that died over the balcony last night!"

Bojack's voice was raised demanding and emotional in his desperation, and there was a finality to the way he spoke that stopped even te determined couple in their tracks.

The last time I checked they left the guy on the bottom of the balcony. Fell over his head. Pretty sure it wasn't an accident.

His hands played on his wrists. The woman wobbled beside her husband as she walked along with him and Up to where Bojack was walking to the edge of the driveway with hos hands firmly clasped on yours while he ducked his head over the curve of the manshion.

Yay have hehe intense, for him to go over like that.

Can you blame the guy? Bojack chucked, half nervously, half awkwardly as he turned his head towards the woman, stepping forward towards the edge of the driveway. He spent his entire life being surrounded by assholes saying the wrong narrative to feel good about his life constantly and then lost the one woman who made it all feel a little better. Less alone with his humanity, himself, his fearsx life, pain. Bojacks eyes turned down, heaviness clouded in them. You stepped your way further to his ar as you leaned your cheek by him-rhe heaviness of hos cloudiness eased but the bloated wear of his face didnt lessen.

If you have anything to say abo it what you see then it'll all be worth it. Then you can go back to your projects or drugs or whatever dot is what you've spent your time filling yourself out with since we started talking

The lemur laughed, vauegly defensively. I don't think anyone in this partythsibmoriningor last night has any rught to tell someone Howthey respond to existence

Best to keep your head down and accept the apathy and try to adjust your energy your accordingly. I know.

Bojack began to make his way around the building with his hand pressed firmly on yours as he started to walk across the building. The somber cynicism and raspiness of his tone was enough to make you readjust on his hand to give him a squeeze of reassurances in his heaviness that was and always had polluted the majority of his mind that waited when the heavy flaws but distractions of others wasn't there-either one a pain of being alive, especially for someone like Bojak who had bene molded to see life a certain way after a certain age that he was invasive of getting himself out of in any quick or coherent way

Bojack cleared his throat, coming back to himself for a vague moment as his eyes winced while he focused his expression over to where the lemur and his wife were standing above the Chad.

Don't get too close. You don't want to find it the wrong way that we were wrong about him.

The woman laughed, a thrill in her voice as she turned her chin over her shoulder and have him a quick fleeting turn of her eyes

Now you're worried about him still being alive?

Not..worried. Bojakcs hand readjusted by your palm as he began to walk his way over the the rest of the trash that made up the backyard, grunting under his breath as he stumbled over it with his eyes flickering over to where they both stood. Just saying that I've never approached a dead body overnight before and I don't want us to find out the wrong way what that means going forward by being too forward about it."

"You asked us to come over to see him." The lemur turned his head towards red e body as he gave him a kick. Bojack winced as his teeth poked, stepped back as his ears jolted. He gave a shaky breath as he turned his tender eyes back to you; you only lifted up your lips and gave him a squeeze of exhaustion. "Seems pretty dead to me."

"That wasn't the confirmation I was looking for-but, sure."

Bojack and you made your way past the rest of the rubble, Bojack tripping over the rest of it as he turned his head Iver to you know and then to make sure you are following. With an awkward stumble across the rest of the gabsage did you manage to make bi tv of your ways behind the couple. The woman leaned her slender body down and grazed her slender hand across the front of Chad's face; his head tilted to the side as his face turned over to the caress of her hand. She stepped back, lightly, Goving a sharp breath of her own awkward surprise as she watched the tilted and roll of the man's head ease over to her body with the natural pressure of her hand .her sharp face turned over to the lemur, who ontl swueeze his hand onto her palm as he turned his large eyes back over to the body. She wiped her hands delicately but with clear disgust as she raised her body upward a bit from where she had kneeled down in front of him a moment ago.

"What you said before, last night. About going all this way to find us. It sounded very intentional." Bojack scratched try e side of his neck as he began to stumble over to the couple, his eyes worried and work and he shoved while he walked his way across the hands he and over to where the body was leaned forward and limp. Chads eyes wre dully clouded over with th his head snapped back, hands enclosed agaisnt nothing but the rubble of the discarded actions of others from the night before. Bojack s eyebrows furrowed a she watched over his body while his fingertips spratxhed.

"At least he managed to go out the way he wanted. Or at least, the way he ocmcvicned himself he did." The lemur grunted as his own stocky legs raised themslves forward, eyes easing across the man's body. "Life is just a constant indifferent passi time anyway. At least he managed to be able to find control with it in his own way that made sense to him."

"Yeah. This time thing." Bojack turned his head over to the lemur, one hand on his hip. Your worried eyes followed Bojack as he looked over at the stout form of the man. " you are your wife collectively kept mentioning this conceptual idea of traveling and fighting to be able to experience something last night. I know my name would be enough to drag in suckers-". He chuckled as his helix's lowered with that cocky hue to keep across doubt "-but i didn't think it would get ot the point of the drastic setting you and your wife suggested last night."

The woman stepped forward, an h readable doubt in her foggy eyes. "You made it clear that we were all wasted"

Bojack snapped up a hand, hard flair in his eyes as his ears lowered back. "I don't care about whatever weird excuse that you come up with to try and talk me out of what I heard." He snapped his finger to her shapely. "I know that you re aware of what you said last night. And what my own wife and I saw last nightc, agaisnt that cliff. The way thr girlfriend stood on the edge of a cliff." He paused as his press softly let out his own ease of doubt, Turning his hand across his forehead as he winced and pressed his hand across his forehead with a soft caught glint of doubt in his eyes, deep and foreshadowing. "I've been on a lot of heavy shit and ive never once seen anything like any of that. And I know that you must know what we're talking about."

The lemur turned his attention bakc over to the hill. Bojack snapped out his hand and he kept it on his arm, teeth poked a she winced and kept his hand gripped on his arm. The lemur man tensed but he didn't pull away, and there wa sa caution of surprise in his eyes as his expression snapped ove to Bojacks separate one.

"Please. I'm just asking for a little bit of clarity. Don't try to hide it. We all need this."

The lemur pulled back, lip pouted into a vague defiance as his eyes snapped down to Bojack. His body trembled and there was a vain flicker of his eyes that betrayed a deeper intention as his eyes snapped over to his wife. Her slender pale arms were wrapped across her arms and she managed to give him a nod, her lips pressed together as she gave him a gentle permission of her foggy eyes. The lemur stepped back a few paces, and Bojack have a release of his breath as his eyes snapped down to the lemurs wrist as he pulled back, fingers easing across his chubby wrists as he watched him.

"Last night my wife and I were in a moment of ecstasy. And I do t meant whatever youre thinking. We had an emotional climax last night of feeling truly brindled with one another. It would have been a strange grief if we hadn't; we were, after all, enjoying our last night together."

"Last night for what? You can do anything you did last night together. You're acting like this is some cheap one hit wonder of fantasy you only got once."

"Some aren't born for reality, or at least aren't as good as navigating it with as much strength as others, even if the effects are detrimental." The lemur turned his eyes to Bojack again after a long moment of contact with his wife; Bojack stepped back as he kept his hands threaded onto your palms. "You said that last night you saw the girlfriend of this man do something strange that realeased her."

"Well, yes. Technically. It was-" his eyes darted to yours. You gave a small nod as your hand squeezed across his arm. "-well, I've never seen anything like it."

The lemur kicked the side of the man's legs. Bojack raised up a hand as e winced while he stepped back and watched the slight tremor of the man's dead body and the h responsiveness nature of it.

"This man and his girlfriend had the same execution of someone who is in the same boat my wife and I are."

Bojack raised up a brow, hand rubbing on the back of his neck.

"And that's, what'? Going out and doi mg drugs and a guys who's you haven't spoken to in ages?"

"We found something that you're on the same thread of." The lemurs voice raised-enough that it back Bojacks eyes widen as he stepped back, dim vulernabilriy turning to you for reassurance. The lemurs eneggg lowered as his eyes flickered between the two of you. "You just did it far more gracefully than either of us did. Enough that you're not aware of it. Incredible thing, really-and even now I can't quite be aware of just hwo drasticlaly you managed to be able to achieve something that neither my wife or I did. If I did, it would drive me mad, I think, knowing what I missed out in by the simple act of not doing what you both managed to do so gracefully, so much to the poin lt where you're not even aware of the seam of it."

"Ok, you need to stop talking like this if you want either of us to get anywhere." Boajcks eyebrows lowered as he stepped forward. " this guy and his partner-you say that he's like yiu two." He winced as he raised up his hands. "Any hope you could have in expanding on what that means instead of my wife and I having to play tictak trying to guess?"

The lemur man turned his wife eyes to his wife. Her lip raised further as she gave him a small nod.

"Tell them. It'll just end up being more of the same anyway. " she indicated her head shapely to the two of you. "And he's right."

The lemurs eyes flashed with unreadable emotion, incessant heaviness and grief encased in his eyes. He closed them as he turned his head back over to the two of you, breathing in as his straighted his body.

"Your memories, Bojack."

"What, from last night? Becuase we can all result agree expecting me to know that is ridiculous." A nervous laugh, a wince of his eyes.

"But you know how to reach back and remember the time before your wife, don't you?"

"Of course will do. A lot of-patterns that were manageable but terrible. That was one of the reasons why finding my wife was a good thing." His eyes lowered in exasperation. "You didn't do and say all that to ask me about my own life, right?"

"Your memories from before you found your wife. How many times have you dug back to see how much clarity; or lack of, is there yet more you push to it?"

Bojack chuckled. "What is this? Some back time warp therapy?"

"You asked me to connected whatever bewilderment you felt last night from what was said to this man. You want the answer, you already have it. The amount of how much you buried it astounded the majority of people arrived las tonight-and is also the reason why they arrived at all to begin with."

Bojack ears spayed. His eyes lowered as he turne got the man

"It's not surreal, what happened for you to find your wife. Nothing is, it's all the sma core of what has happened to anyone and what has come and will come again. But there's a certain focus, a concentration of a specific indodvualiy lacked in most, a talent, if you will, in what you found in one another."

Bojack raised a brow. "We found one another through predictable circumstances. I wouldn't say that was something that you should keep trying to dig through to make it something other than what it is. There's nothing about our marriage that has any connection to what happened last night." He pressed the tip of his own foot by the body. "Your idea of it, maybe. Whatever helps you rationalize your own chaos."

"You can take my answer or you can throw it. But you wanted an wxpaination. It's already inside of you." He turned his wide eyes over to your own. You took a few paces back. "You already know it. I'm sure you felt it the moment you were truly focused on one another. Dedicated to it."

"That thing your describing-it's called, and I can't believe I even have to describe this to someoneoe use the term- falling in love. Whatever your wife went through last night and whatever it is that happened with this couple, it's not directly intertwined Wotan our relationship."

"See, that's your problem, Bojack, you don't dig. You take it becuase it's in front of you and becuase there's something about it that allows you to believe it and to feel it inevitable Lu-the same way you believed in your lonliness and your isolation, your meaninglessness that followed you previously that contrasted with the very real love others gave one another in front of you."

"Wha rid your point? These artistic stupid digging shit your doing isn't what I meant. I wanted less code, not more"

"I'm not speaking in code. Whatever your asking is already inside of you both. I can't make you understand it."

"Then what was the way the couple acted last night for? Why does your wife look like she's going blind in some weird foggy galactic way?" He snapped his hand in the direction of the lemur. "Why did you keep insisting about my wife last night and your interpretation of your understanding of it when something like th at should have been none of your business?"

The lemur turned to you. "You know how faded it must at some point."

"The-" you paused, pressing your lips together, rawing the words and thief meaning trough your lips. "The what?"

"The timeline of how you found him. Your husband-what that meant for the both of you when you first started discovering what it felt like to be by his side. To truly see him, every side, or at least the richest side any of us can ever hope for the ones we love-you broke through something, you acceded it, the impossible complex timeline of what makes up romance and life and pain and every other possibilitity outcome for a person that's all happening at the same time all at once-theough everyone's joy, lostness, mundanity, an incomprehensible exanse of a constant tide of life-and for the two of you, the richest gift of life and prosperity once you got even a taste of being by him."

You didn't know what to say : your throat dried as you met his eyes. though his words were crazed, there was the most confidence you had ever heard in his voice and the meaning behind his words; you could tell he genuinely believed in them.

Bojac placed his other hand that wasn't firmly encase in yours onto his hip; turning his hard eyes over to where the Chad was camped back with his mouth open and that stork stagnate of fog in his pale face and he sickly Dread that eased across the indifference of death across his features.

"Leaning off of that…news cast. what are we supposed to do with this guy? Haven't talked to him in a long time, but I know him well enough that people are not going to let someone like him just casually break through existence and death without wondering what the hell happened." His eyes lowered as he looked at the lemur dryily. "Or his High end cute title girlfriend. And if they want to put anything on any of us it's ceritienly going to be me."

The woman titled her head. "You don't want to know more details?"

"Oh, I very much get the details of it all. The details are that the two of you are either on the part of your Hollywood career where you've lost yourselves over the edge entirely, or you're taking some stimulant that o can't even to begin has this kind of drastic side effects." His eyes turned over to the body. "Either way, obviaouly getting the dead body out is first on the list of what to do about what happens last night. And clearing my name. As much as it can be."

His arm lifted up in an exasperated fashion as he indicated ove got eh body

"As you can probably tell, my wife and I would be the first to target if anything were to happen or-cause of he a suspect in any way. People are going to show up here and try to grip out of this anything they can get; and we all know that the first thing they'll do is point fingers at the impuslive drunk with a bad past and whatever he out hsi wofe through."

His eyes dimmed as he turned to you, eyes flickering downward as he gave a slight shrug of his shoulders with his eyes eased across your body in his untraveled emotion. A slight shrug eased across his shoulders.

"Im sorry."

You breathed in, your head turned downward a study took a moment to collect yourself, then turned your head up to where the lemur man was flicking his eyes between the two of you.

"Is there any chance that either of us could clear the area quickly without any chance of them seeing Chad's Bosh where specifically)"

The lemur didn't respond for a moment; he seems frozen in the context of the conversation. His eyes flicked over to yiu when he realized you were starting at him with your own desperation, and a vague break out of a laugh eased through his lips as his eyes raised up at you.

"Are you serious? You're asking me?"

He turned his head I've to his wife, sticking out his slender arm ove to her. Her lips raised into a strain as she stepped forward and eased her arm across the open expanse of his. He turned his hnrreeable fogged eyes between the two of you, eyes dimmed into something simakkir to pity

"You've both gone down this path so far not asking or knowing too many wusesiton. Evidently, that's something that has been of a severe benefit to the both of you." He cleared his throat, and his wife snapped her fogged eyes ove to his whole he down mess and thin lips pressed forgetter. "You found soemrhing human that's willing and wanting to stay with you, Bojack. Take th at and keep it with you. Not everyone has that, and it's a grounding that will save you from the apathy of life."

"I get that more than any advice you give me will ever be able to know, trust me."

Bojack pulled you in furhter to his side, and you allowed yourself to step back as you were guided over his his hand, your heels digging back agaisnt the cut up gras and the ground of what had made up the ferry and the party preciously.

"You think you do. The pain can get worse in ways that I'm sure that not even my wife and I Ave come to be aware sof yet. Not even close to anything like it. But we'll find out today-and it's going to be as severe and as terrible as much as I'm sure we were prepared for; if we can be prepared for soemrhing that's so the opposite of what we wants to happen."

There was a slight interruption in your step that gave away the sudden stirke of unceronty in your air. Your head turned ove to Bojack as you gave him a squeeze of your arm. He closed his eyes, the muscles on his face tense for a moment, en flicked one his eye as he gave a breath that suggested a restart while he walked his way over to the chad's body. He kneeled down in front of it, his eyes guided across the body as his expression gazed over and around it with a bleak concern in his expression.

"Right. So-how ar we goin to go about getting his body upstairs to make it easier for us to make it clear that w're not tripping over our feet to prove that we had nothing to do with this guys decision?"

He koced the front of the man's head with a septic look on his face, wincing as. Chads head turned bakc with his lips lolled out from behind him. Bojacks eyes wre slightly more rn dear and helpless as he turned his eyes bakx to your own. You only offered him a soft gaze of your own helplessness as you met into the soft glint of tender ucbejnorty in his own expression m.

The woman cleared her throat, tiling her chin upward as she gazed over at chads body with a Harley hidden disgust eased across her features, eyebrows lifting up.

"Wharves you fo from this poor. Forward from the rest of the day here should be any of our business. The entire point was only for us to help you clear your head a bit with what you thought occurred or had you thought wa spoken last night, want it?"

"Oh, yes." Bojack now haad both hands placed on his hips as he nodded curly. "Yoi toe made by questions very clear. I just wanted to know if there was any legitimate worry about what occurred last night, of it it was something that I could easily shrug off as more nonensese. Thank you for clearing my head"

He grunted as he kneeeld himself done in for t of Chad's head, tilting his his head tothe side as his eyes eased over Chad's pale expression. He winced in disgust as he placed his chubby palms under the man's head, letting out a raped grunt as he did so. He pantrd as he turned his hes for you, eyes flicked up as his ears lower bed while he used his own only half excerpted strength to ease his hands under the man's head.

"Honey. Do you want to help?" He flicked his hes dove Roy the man and his wife, who seemed to be making a gradual point to step themslves backward. "King and Queen of phsilosogy don't seem to shy about making it clear where they won't expel their efforts."

Bojack grunted agaisn in. His awkward claims disgust as he kept his hands under chads head. You stepped your way towards him, eyes to being back over to the lemur; who's eyes were as unreadable as much a fur fogifness of his wife.

"Here's some advice for you, furry guy." Bojack spoke the words breathlessly through his mouth as he winced and kept his Strmgth easing the man upward Witt the lift of his hands. His eyes were both relieved and hardenddd when he felt you come by him and rest your own hands under the man's head and start to lift up his shoulders. "You tell me I should feel lucky to have what I do, and I am. And I know why more than people who have only know me for a good few crappy meeting where there were more bland civil fake masks more than anything of actual coherence going on. You need to keep your wife by you if you don't want to feel into a black out of complete nothing like o did. It's basic leveling human oshucology. I went through plenty of times in my life her with was all I had." He winced as he kept lifting up the man until his limp body was in a sitting position, Bojack wincing as he kept his hands under her arms with his mouth hung open as his body rocked forward through the felelkng of Bojack keeping his hands under his arm as he lifted him further, you following suit as you kept your hands by the man until his sickly body was turned upright. "Don't let some weird crack induced story ekppp you form enjoying what you did find that tooo you sea form all thos times. It'll force you crazy."

"We all did our part here today. That's the important thing. We came and tired to clear your head, you swipe it off. If I was more aware of the effects of how these things come to play out, I might be more determined. As it is, I'm going to take it as it as and take the peace. My wife and I are looking at a far more different t portrait than with th Ed of you combined regardless, and it's far from forgiving. We've had our time today, and you know as much as you need to know, and evidently as much as you're capable of responding to."

Bojack let out a gruff and throaty chuckle as his eyes flashed up over to the lemur man. An equally rasped and cocky mocking Cullen left his lips as he contusion to ease the body forward until your own hands were on his rear, pulling him up into a position where Bojack couch successfully raise his arms underneath him .

"What I learned is that you two have spent too much time in Hollywood wit a bunch of wack job stories and you've spent too much time having too much to drink or whatever kind of stimauknt you took last night. I've never heard of such a wick job story pulled four of the asss of someone who clearly has lost their clarity or whatever you want to call it." He turned his cocky eyes over to you as you drugged to kepe the weight. "Thank you, hoeny. I think I have it for now. Though it wiliulf be a lot easier if people in thsi afterparry would stop spending their energy telling stories and more time actually trying to help out."

The lemur hesitated, his arm firmly eased agaisnt his wife's arm. She turned her head sharply as she looked him over, and the lemur man had an unreadable look in hsi eyes. There was a shared grief between them for a moment as the lemur man turned his head up to his wife. He tapped his palm on her hand, and she gave him a look of such profound. Sadness that it caused an ineterruptuon in Bojacks exhausted eyes as he lifted chads body fully up into his arms, his eyes darting between them as he struggled to keep the eight up, stumbling timidly to the right and left.

"Very well." The lemur took in an intake, andBojalc have one of his boyish and welcoming chuckles as his equally cocky and excitied eyes followed the man.

"Ok! Here we go- now we're getting back into t eh swing of things!"

"Just remember that you have something in friendly rich, Bojack. A soul, a niche rich undertaking of the world. I don't know much about what's going on, I only knew enougb of my own path to fi d it, but I do know that it's a requirement for yiu and your wife to kepe hu one another. Just as it is a requirement for my wife and I to end our own bondage today, terrible as it is."

"Bondage." Bojack said it with some mocking, or at least the attempt of it, but hsi voice faltered as he watched the lemur man take your place form where you wrrr Joe stepping back with your hands eased on your chest. Bojacks Vick became more questioning and vulernbale as tender wuesitning eyes eased ive to the lemr, who kept his pout and unreadable eys ontot eh focus of the limp man's in Bojack s arms. "Not like-the one my wife and I saw on the edge of the cliff?"

"You learn a lot from authentic experience. Especially authentic suffering and struggle. Distractions aren't the real you or the real life of you; only your current and foremost experience can give you genuine experience and insights and characteristics. Most people are fully of distractions I. Thsi day and age, which is why they're cheap. I can only hope that sacrificing mt wife and our time together will at least give me some strange reward of suffering in a way that can't be understood until you're feeling it, if you understand me."

Sat, Feb 11, 7:26 PM (18 hours ago)

The woman paused, her step still turned back back the door, bur her eyes sharpened in a sudden ease of a glimmer of a nlakc curiosity as her expression eased 0ver bojack. There was something there that was just as much a wall warning of something of a wanting as her eyes snapped up between the two of you. Her head turned sharply over to her husband. His eyes didn't stray from the glint in her eyes as he illusions ones mer hers.

Bojack cleared his throat, his eyebrows lowered as he stepped forward uncertainly. Your hand eased across his hips, but you allowed him to walk forward a step

There's this, uh-guy outside.

The lemur nodded. The one outside on the ground that fell over your balcony.

Right. Bojacls hands played, teeth poked out delicately. We wanted to go down and see him. His eyes flicked up, hand lressed on his neck. Assuming that he's still there, obviously. If he's not, then I guess some wacknob group of people came and kneeled down and carried him out for reasons thar I'm sure add far from sane, especially if there were as drunk as much as we all were.

Why do you want us to see him? The lemur was easing his body back to the door. Bojaxk took an abrupt breath, you stepping along with him as his air gave away an abrasive desperation

Because I think you two would get something out of it. He shook his head, action matching the lostnes in his eyes. I don't know what. But the way you two were talking to my wife and I last night-it sounded like you would get something out of what happened to this man. The way him and his partner looked last night sounded...I don't know, relevant.

Theemur man waved his hand, other palm caressed on the middle of hid woman as he turned his eay to the door.

No thank you. Everyone has their truth, I'm sure they're all true and human and complex in their own right if they had soemonr who was willing to detach from their own life and worries in order to give that 4nergy and attention to other people. But we're like most, and we have our own vastness of business to attend to.

Like what? Bojaxk snapped his hands oytward, eyes gleaming in a hard nature of depserate need and vague judgment. You followed, hands still ghosted on his hips. Gettign home to your place early so you can what? Pay attention to our multiple important projects?

We knew each other long enough for you to know the answer to that, bojack.

I barely knew you. Everything I knew about you was from stupid acting meetings or something just as equally business savvy for the sake of pretending lime we had anything in common or knew each other. And after eheyrthinf you said last night? I think you owe it to me to at least allow my wife and i to shoe you our own personal weird bullshit to see what you think of it.

The lemur man was making his way out the cracked door, hand on the woman's middle back as she ralked to her husband in a low like children, the two of you. Find peace qith conflict and suffering, becuseee life will throw it to both of you. After what happened last, and eveyrthi g ahead in general, you'll need it.

After eveything? Bojakx chuckled, nerbsiuly. You can't keep just talking like you have some profound secret and not expect my wife and I to ask you ehat you mean.

Emotional wisdom is incredible, bojskc, and together you and your wife have a healthy dose of it. Keep it with you. Its ghe one and only thing that will help you navigate life and will make you feel rich. I do t claim to know eveything about what lies ahead for any of us becuase I don't, but knowinf jow huamns work, knowinf that they don't care about what other people do or think and the windows to loving and knowinf someone else is a few and far between opptuirnity-thars what will fulfill you. Exploring and keeping your inner most core and keeping to others that know it. That's the only thing that will save you. His head turned as jis wife ryes gleamed across the expanse od the sky while he turnrd his head over his shoulder and gave bojack a curt nod. You're lucky to have found that so deeply in your wife. This can be easy for the two of you-life on general and existnece can, for as long as you both accept that yoy have and own nothing and have control over even less.

Hey- bojacks head snapped over to you, making sure you qere on the same oage. Yiu only gave him a nod from your worry foggy eyes. Bojaxk took an awkward brearh as she stepped his way furhrer forward. The two of you, especially after what happened last night-he pointed at then both as he crossed his way acoess the living room, this time almost running axioms the living room with you following as your hands ghosted away from hid hips. Let say you owe it to the both of us after all that.

Bojacks voice was tresmoring and his eyes were wincing up. Yi he head snapped ove rto him as yoh made yiur way back by hid side, bojsck panting as he made his wya to where the couple was exiting. The woman turned, but only after one clear word from her husband. She turned aorunf halfway through thr mid door and tilted her head up, lip pouted out as she looked between them.

Come on. Boajcks hands rested on his wrists. It'll only take a few minutes. Maybe itll-he paused as his eyes turnrd up. Maybe it'll help you remmever something you said last night.

The woman's head titled. And why would we need that?

Bojack waved his hands our and he gave a shrug. I mean-there's nothing better than being Abel to remember the nonsense you spewed our while crossfaded, right? Say it to the wrong person and you'll get in trouble.

The lemur man turnrd, only halfway, wide eyes meeting bojack

Are you the wrong person, bojaxk?

I was just using thar as a quick metaphor. I don't think so. His eyebrows raised up, hand resting behind his neck and he rubbed it. But better to learn from this mistake than to keep at it until you do, right?

The woman turned her head to the lemur, a message between their eyes. Bojakc snapped his eyes up as his hand reached dunconciosult across yiur hand and stepped forward to the door.

Five minutes. Bojax gripped his other hand by his robe and pulled it across his stomach as he shouldered his way past the couple,.easing his body out the door while hid hands gripped on yours. If it takes any longer I van throw twenty dollar bills ar you per minute to make it feel like it was worth your apparently valuable time.

The qoman paused, her hewl side stepping scross the stair case. The lemur man gave a vreath with a hestiancy eased across his eyes, but he stood himself upfight anx aloswd her to drastically her attention to boajxk. Is it really that worth it to you?

More like I still have enough koeny lying arounf qith little to any idea od how to spend it before I die. He turned his cyclical but apologetic eyes tp you, one hand rubbing on thr side of his arm, eads splayed back. Marraiage dosent change that. He turnrd his head and his hard eyes met the woman. Was it ao worth it to you to go on that spell you did last night thar you evidently 'don't remember?

The woman blinked, sharply.

We only have so much time. She turned her head as she met rhe lemur expression. His expression remained unchanged. Her head snapped back over yo bojack. Where's this man

Ok-snough talking. Bojack waved his hands impatiently as he shoved his way herqeen their bodies, maimf his eya out to the front entrance. His obscure eyes turned as he checked to make sure you were following, you stepped forward, air delicate, arms wrapped securely around four chest and eyes worird and apologetic. Bojack indicated dhos arm over his head and arpunf the house. It's just down the hill i live on. Should take twoimutes. Maybe less, if there's supposedly nothing there keeping you here.

His expression hardened into a challenged flair, but it was hardly picked 7p on by the other party. The qolan titled her head up, lip pouted, but she made her her forward qith ease, stepping fown the gradual grey steps that led to bojacks driveway, her head titled over her shoulder as she indicates for the lemur to follow.

You're lucky to have something to make your minf work so passioantletto being with. The lemurs eyes flashed over tot bojaxk, who flashed his eyes up as he gave a roll and drake of his head. Lose fhat and you'll become as trashy as everyone else

Already fid. I spent my entire life doing that.

Its when you stop minding it thst you know you lost it for good. The lemur passed by him as he made his way down the steps, thiught it was clear he was only following for the sake of his wife.

Bojaxks hard eyes followed the lemur as he kept his dtumbling body next to the woman. Bojaxks eyebrows were lifted up in his jaded fashion as he turned to you, you stepping putward as you eased yourself delcialtley down the steps, eyes not leaving from uis own. Your hand reached out to his palm and you gave it a squeeze, your lips turned up as it reached your eyes whike yoh titled your head at him with red edged sympathy.

"Well-wharever philosophy yoy have, it's not going to rake long for me to show you this guy. There's probably not much left of him." Vojack turned his ey red up yo the sky thar met uis expression as he scratched the side of his neck, his baggy blaxk eyes easing forward as he met the pollution thar greeted another say In Los Angeles, rhe sky grey and blotted with grey hevsiness of the clouds that met his eyes. Not even sure if the guy will even be there, honestly. But the important part I'd double checking."

He pushed his hand past the woman's hip, easing his way past the two of them with yiur hand being placed heavily in his own as yiu tripper over your feet to follow him. His eyes were exhuated and winced as he turned his head over his shoulder and looked over where the hill was meeting his searching tired eyes, ears perked back up as they splayed.

Here.

"Ok." Bojack panted as his strength gave out for a moment, breath uneven as he gave an abrupt grunt and tempaoiely had his strength lessen, stumbling as the body fell onto the ground halfway. His eyes widened and the lemur snapped his hands furhter underneath the body and then abruptly helped lift I'm up furhter. Bojack let out an abrasive helpless pant as his arms shook, then with a grunt pulled the man into a further upright position

"Can you get the legs?" Bojacks boicr broke through his trembling voice and the lemur didn't question it this time; he rushed over to the man's legs and gripped his hands on the weight of them, lifting them up until chads body was awkwardly swaying above the ground.

"We can-argue and talk about whatever interpretation I have o f your nonsense all day. " Bojack began to stumble forward as the body conthiend to sway, the middle part of his body grazing across trh e toxic hazardous waste underneath. "I got th e general idea of what I wanted. I just needed something to help me clear my head from what happened last night. Gif knows that the rest of what's coming up will be just as challenge if and the world will be sure to make my wife and I know that."

"I don't particularly care for the idea of whatever you thought it was you wowuldnhear. I mf like to think of the two of us in the same side; of isolation, desperation, of wanting to find someone on the other side of this constant lifestyle of cold criqtur and of the world and where there's needless emptiness and settlement and emotional complacency and judgment at every turn for eveyone."

"Sure-except I'm none of those things; and neither is my wife, nor is any of those things you described."

Bojacks eyebrows flickered up with a curve of his judgment and dryness. His feet were stumbling awkwardly by the pattern of his step as he followed behind the body and the lemur man, ears splayed back as his eyes kept focused on the attempt of being in control through his cycnism as much as he was able.

The lemur man's eyes snapped down to the body. He gave a small shaken breath, as if resetting some narrative inside of his mind as his eyes focused on the front of the swaying body.

"I have too much going for this morining to worry too much about whatever you want to do to respond to what I communicated to you. If I was being honest within the slpwnesss of life and existence whether people admit it or not, there's not especially anything I can try to describe to to something I'm still trying to figure out myself. something that I don't think I ever did." His stepped backwards as he walked, and his eyes turned up to Bojack after the party made a few successful steps to the bottom of the hill. "I have to say that I am sorry for you and your wife, Bojack, even if the two of you aren't aware of why i am."

"Yeah. That's what happens when you speak in gibberish."

"There's something that incredibly rich and unquie about what you have, and it's not your fault that it will be overcome by the choas and indifference and apathy of other people who are all following the same empty destructive mindset and are very little, if any, point in trying to do anything other than their own cloned destructive narrative even if it kills them. People with a genuine rich truth are wasted on this world,geniuses and people with insight, becuase they see the inheritely flaws of the mainstream that th eh are complacent in and they see something to go agaisnt it; but these morons don't go agaisnt their toxic selfish mainstream way of life and run over these rich few who discovered something that should be listened to in orde rot Ava the mainstream for. Their suffering." He sighed, jolted his grasp under chads body as he j fixated his head up the hill. "But that's why the world is such a lost cause, and evey person asks for the pain they get with their selfish mainstream character that overlooks anything that asks for patience, insight gentleness, or even a microscope sense of wisdom to listen to something other than what they know. They'll never do it." His eyes focused on Bojack with an illuminated focus. "You are your wife and very lucky, even if it dosnet feel like it, the same way my wife and I are incredibly lucky-or we were, as much as we were able."

"What, is it gone now?" Bojacks eyes eased on his as the contained to walk in a linear line up the hill. "Is something going to happen to make you two not wha thou have?" His tone was softer, more tender, and showed off his core of delicate heart as his eyes checked on yiu, where he saw you were making your way up the hill wit the woman, talking to one another quietly, and your own soft sweet eyes turning bakc to Bojacks inquiring ones now and then as he stepped over your feet.

"Human physchology is incredibly complex, and if suffering or in isolation long enough, deep inner abusive narrtahh in bed becomes the unfoxable reality rather than something that can be fixed. I think I crossed a road my wife can't follow a long time ago-and it's not as if there was any chance anyway. A lot time ago the fogginess of the fogginess of my life became clear that it was. A pattern of the inevitable and both of waste, and that I needed to fight for a direction of meaning to escape the waste that my life was leading, or be brought into the even worse pain of having that be all I ever was; complacent overthought of pain and, eventually, of nothing at all. When I wa a younger the fog felt undetectable, just a subconscious pain-by the Tim ri reached the time before I fought for my wife, I realized it wasn't all that remarkable, the pain, and therefore uncomfortable, just as every invalidation and judgment of any person at any approach to existence found be met with another contradictory meaning."

"So you-decided everyone was an asshole and that yiu sucked and yiu changed it? Is that right?"

"I was allowing pain and the lack of belief I had to change anything for myself to twist around and to change reality. It feels impossible, when you're surrounded by people who have such a toxic and opposite narrative and don't believe in anything for themslves or others. It feels like it's the only thing that exists or the only way to be. To try and fight that is the real figh, and especially to come out on top and to find an entirely new joy you didn't even know existed."

Bojack gave a heavy pant, ears flicked back as he took another shaky heave of a breath as eased his eyes down to the man.

"That is the only way though, isn't it?" He adjusted his grip on the man further through his palms as his eyes flicked up, breathing uneven but keeping the spirit in his voice. His hes flicked to the slender of yiur back. "I mena.i found my own way, I think, anyway, with my wife, but it feels lien we were just put here to be out into pain and suffering of ourselves and the apathy of others. That's what it always seemed like. I never wanted to admit it. But it was alwyas there."

"The deepest character and strength can come from suffering. But it never feels like it at the time, and survival has to happen for it y Carey you, and you have to meet those who haven't to see the true value of it."

"Have you?" Bojacks eyes eased up, tripping over his feet with the same messy pattern, though it no longer reached his voice. "Suffered, I mean?"

"Now that ive been introduced to the core nature of my suffering, and went through what ti did to defy it-i see how empty and superficial people are from those who haven't felt the true depth of their meaning or humanity becuase they've been coddled all their life. But there's an indidvualiry in that, to an extent it saves and comforts you-for the mos t part, is a tragic realization of the majority and separation from others. Indidvualiry isn't a reward, just a deeper and lonliner recombination and recongiznwtion of yourself."

Bojacks worried and tender eeyes eased ove to Chad's body, firmly gripping only his arms as he did so while he contained to toro over the glass and the shared remains to get to the top of the hill. Yiu had taken to standing on the top, your slender bo and the rope of your nightgown that was still dressed on you from overnight turning, the sharp eyed lady following as she stepped around and met Bojack s own worried and troubled gaze.

The lemur man's eyes turned up, and his expression flicked down to the focus of the r body as he contained to step bakx and ove rot the top of the hill. Bojack winced as he contouring yo help.

"The reason why human phscylogogy released in its entirely is so dangerous is becuase there no limit to what reality can be created, driving to either madness or didpaor or the sheer amount of mania and pain that comes with lack of bounds." He cleared his throat, eyes flickering back over to bosjcks now and then. "Everyone is going to have some sort of deeply flaw in their connection and there's almost a lot of complication and tragedy in evrything and in every connection"

"So-not that I necessarily believe what you were telli me earlier or don't think it's a side effect of some nonsense, but-wha thou said about evrything you've gone through to be with your wife. Did you mean that? Was it-" he cleared his throat, eyes wincing awkwardly and ears tenderly swayed out. "-worth it?"

"Was it worth it to find the one person that saves you from any type of dispar and wearinesss, what e ache for more than anything else-connection. No. But there's a lot of catches and flaws that have come along with what our love is and what I've done just to have her with me, even for a little while; and yet even the richness of the pain and the complexity and the side effects is nothing compared to the life without her. I'm sure that if you spoke te same language of the same path we went through of our own human desperation to get what we both wanted, you would be able to speak the same language and code as me. Learn to be at peace with struggle and loss and suffering and that you are and own nothing, and you'll never be empty for too long."

Bojacks eyes were squinted as he looked at the lemurs, who's eyes flicked up and then back over to t her swaying body of Chad. Bojack cleared his throat a lad turned to get the emotional clog in his tjtpat that came form the intensity.

"I actually don't especially worry about being empty ever since I-allowed myself to believe I could be married. That I could live a full life." He shrugged as his empty eys eased down.

The lemur fixated his expression on him, hue of his solid large eyes eased across Bojack even as Bojack fired to keep the energy of his focus on carrying Chad's limp form.

"You'll have to release the idea trh at yiu own even the perosn made form you for for you, Bojack. That they wre oulle ditt hot tj save you from the weary predictable patterns of existence. You'll have to let go and accept that, and accept it adoringly before you can even start to feel the love you share or the potential life you can have."

"I never thought-" he paused as his youre elf puffy eyes met the lemur's unreadable large orbs. Bojack paused as he took In the Stoic emotion in the lemur's eys, and he found his troubled heavy narrative readjusting. "So you're telling me that I need to let go the only thing in my life that has ever felt flood or made sense for-what, exactly? Limited powers expectations?"

"You don't understand evrything. Maybe nothing. But that would be a way to ensure a safer path emotionally going forward."

"I've already been doing that my entire life." Bojacks voice cracked into a new component ad his tone eased down only a tremble . "And now you want me to try and readjust something that finally feels like a relief from emotions and headspacea I thought would kill me?"

There was a genuine desperation in Bojack s voice, one that came form a long and complex life and it's mark on his physiological state that lead him to the impossibly wrecked and troubled heard he was

"I've been told my entire life that I had to be and make something i. Order for my life to be bearable. That I had to mean something to the world. Ben that destroyed me-it still does. And the worst part? I still feel like nobody, like I'm still nothing, likr I could have done more to make up to myself that I was born in this world and all the pain that comes with it." He turned his hollowed helpless eys over to you, feeling that wash of powerful emotion of that hue of a specific way of life that only existed when the two of you in your own sedated and niche hearts and emotions and detail of story came together into a profound connection and infvuality. "I can't let go of that now that I know what home is. I can't."

"And why not?"

"Honestly? Becuase I think my heart will give out. Or worse, I'll keep living."

A sudden red cut flew through the sky., making no noise as it emitted from across the grey illumained clouds of the Los angels sky. Bojack s eyes widened as he gave a sharp intake of breath while he snapped his head up to the sudden cut of the red flint that cross over the expanse of the grey sky, silent as much as it was quick as cut through the expanse of the previously grey blotted emptiness of the morining sky.

Bojack's eeyes widened as an expanse of fear wen five rhi, giving a strange strangled breath as he stepped his way back down the hillside. The lemur turned his eye ive to Bojack to turn and memorize Bojack s sudden feaurful expression as he kept his eye ease up to the sudden bolt of the red star of the sky

The lemur blinked turning his head back to where Bojack had abruptly dropped the m body onto the ground from where he had kept his hands on his legs-but with an abrupt awkward dropping of the man's legs did it fall. The lemur turned his head bakc to Chad as he grazed his hands under the man's head, turning him forward and Iver the expanse of th top of the hill while Bojack s fingers cramped fearfully by his palm as he kept his eyes winced upward to the sky.

"What I'm talking about today will more than likely affect more than just my wife and I. In my own way, I would like to think that it's not true and that every bad news or reflection I could give you was just something that was extended towards my wife and I." His eyes turned up to where the red beaming sudden shooting of the light that had interrupted the cloudiness of the sky had been before, turning his eyes bakx over to where chads head was lied against his hand and he began to pull him forward and over the expanse of the rest of th hill, stumbling on his feet as he walked Iver the hill and winced and grunted as he moved the trmebking man's body fully onto the top of the hill. Bojack's breath was trembling again a she winced and snapped his head over to where he saw the woman standing with her slender hand almost looking as if it was grazing across the middle part of your back, a certain Caution and exhausted warning that had formed between the two of you keeping your own delicate air grounded despite the trmebking in your dispotion and the red edge againt your eyes.

"In every way that it comes or be everyone rid mena to be alone and in pain in some way, Bojack." His eyes seemed more heavy as he contained pushing chads body through the sharp of the glass and the rubble and dirty thst made up the ground. His eyes raised upward, haeavily , panting as he kept the body turned up. Bojack kept his hands on his chest as his eyes squinted while he snapped his head away from the light and over to where the lemur was , ears splayed as he kept turning his burning tender fear over to the red light, now expanded into nothing but a white liht of emptiness where it had been previously into a whisper of nothing.

"What was that?" Bojacks eyes winced in pain as he turned his head over to the lemur. He rolled his eyes in a jaded humorous fashion as he kept his hands on the back of the body until, with one large grunt, he pulled Chad onto the ground. He was wheezing vaguely as he eased himself to sit by the man, rocking his hips as he sat down by it and pressed his lip together while he looked over to his wife, seeming considerable but distant and his eyes flicked over to them both.

"I assume that i don't need to spell out for you that the only reason why anyone in this world ever cared for you or your life since you were born was becuase yiur oarkers had the means to take care of you."

"What?" Bojakcs head shook, and with a viable annnoynce eased into his eyes did he give him a glint of a flare. The lemur turned his eye to him, expression exhausted and fogged. "No, man. Tell me what that was ."

"You care hat the crack drug addict thinks suddenly?" The lemur laughed, lowly and with something that spoke of a deep embedded suffering of humanity as he turned his sickly human eyes forward. "You'll get very little out of this life, Bojack's. Most will. Most don't have the means of being able to fight through the inevitable grief that comes with death and an empty life to have a life they want to live, to attract worthwhile partners-and beyond that, worthwhile love. And the one you two have; more viable than any of that."

The lemur was wheezing now, and Bojack's hands were cramped onto his chest as he watched him, body tense. He turned his vulnerable eyes ove tot where he saw you worried red edged one's looking over at him through the seeetness and the pale of your expression, stepping forward hesitantly to join him. Bojack's eyes dimmed as his expression flicked back up to the light, feeling both abrasive grief and heaviness of an odd maddening tint of something black that was on the other end of whatever new life had been introduced to him from the negative narratives of his life that had existed previously; a hint of how easy it could have been, but the people around him ensured that it wouldn't be.

He took a deep breath, walking his way forward as his fingers cramped awkwardly by his chest. His worn eyes met into yours as your lip was opened in your own frozen words, though the want to action in your eyes gave Bojack all he needed to know of the light it had given you of its own accord.

"Lonliness and loss isn't an inhrmerinet beast, Bojack. You don't have much longer today; none of us do, but you and your wife will have far more time later on. Hold onto that. But always remember that it's youh response to the pain that's worse than the pain itself, if you let it be. I need to hold onto that going forward. I need to keep myself grounded only thst wi whatever it is that's waiting for me on the other side of what's going for occutr today."

Bojalcks eyes lowered as he kneeled himself down by the lemur. He was starting forward, eyes detached, until he turned his expression.

"Hey, let me just-get you inside, ok?" His teeth poked as his hands reached out, pressing across the lemurs that was buried in soot and dirt thst was drenched across his palm. The lemur was breathing heavy, painfully, deep as he turned his eyes and glinted it over to where Bojack raised out his hand and pressed it agaisnt his own palm. His wife eyes flicked up and j oh ver to Bojack, painful detachment on his face.

"I don't care what it looks like or what anything means anymore." His eeyes winced as he gripped his hands on the lemur . "Let's just get you inside and keep you calm, alright?"

There was a softness in Bojack's tone and a vulnerability of compassion in his eyes, and it was clear it was fueled by fear. The lemur man turned his eyes up to Bojack, the muscles on his face treamoring, and then gave him an abrupt nod of his head, frozen and with something that suggested terror that made bojsck tilt his head back for a few inches at seeing it. His eyes follows the lemur as he bang to get himself up, eys distant as he began to focus on the balance o this feet.

"Alright." His voice shook, and Bojack kept his hands enclapsed on his and he watched him get up. His body was trmebking but Bojack got up, keeping his worried focus on him as farting ove rot you as he met your tender eyes. "My wife and I have something important we have to do anyway." He paused as his head turned ove to Bojac, who's ears flicked bakx as he watched him. "When you find yourself entirely alone, make sure that you know that your own truth is as solid as much as anyone else, you're just doing it alone. Don't fall, an don't spiral, and remember life is life is life. When your loved ones are gone beyond your control, that s the deeelst fear-but I have to believe there's hope beyond it."

"Yeah. Sure, buddy. Come in." Bojack reached out s hand and pressed it across the middle part of his back, the gentle concern that dressed his feauturrs so nicely easing across his eyes as he kept his hands on the man's back and helped him stumble forward. Though bojacks tender and concerned eyes kept on the lemur, his own gaze kept firmly paralyzed on his wife. Who nodded as she reached oht her hand for him to take as his hand ease onto her slender lending hand.

"Your life together that you've been able to see by loving one another is compact, rich, unlike anything else other than the specific individual way you've come to know each other and the bitterseeet way that comes only after a long life lived and how you've met one another through that; it's conpscg and rich and unlike anything else. If you were to know it and then lose it, you're more than likely right-it probably would be something that would be worse than death. To know the most beautiful version of a life together and to know how it feels in it's entirely, compact and rich and something specific only shared between the two of you-snf to feel the emptiness of s life after, it's an impossible loss to not destroy you."

"Yeah, ok, buddy." Bosjcks voice was tender and his eyes were worried despite hiis jaded words. His expression eased up as he watched you, ease of his own tender concern present in his eyes as his expression met up onto your own. "It's clear that you've been going through a hard time. I'm glad talking it out like this helps."

"My hard time is ending becuase I've come to accept it." The lemur eased up his hand and pressed it onto his wife, who turned her head up sharply to Bojack. "Just remember that when it's your turn to feel this profound grief, that you're not alone in it. Even when it feels like it down to the nub, you're not. And your wife's love-"

He' shackled, bitterly, as he turned his head up to where you turned your pale and blushed woried face Iver yo the man.

"Like nothing else. She'll find you-but it won't overcome the suffering. Relatability will give you some brief relief through others, but it will never compare to the depth of the immense suffering you go through on a personal level."

"I got it." Bojack's voice was low, soft and reflective as the heaviness of his eyelids lowered over to you. There was a story dryness of grief fin his eyes as he followed the lemur over to where he was pulled in by his wife. Bojacks eyes turned up to you as his fingers played by his wrists, watching you his own extensive worry.

"You two only have your truth at the end of the day. That's what brought part of the people last night to your prescrence, but most importantly what will bring you together to survive, no matter what's said along the way. Your grief if inertibale and is just a natural response to your circumstances: don't let anyone take that form either of you, not even as it's twisted and invalidated to other peoples complications. You're never alone with any experience, even when it feels like it; I take comfort in knowing that Tempe goodbye I hav to say isn't something only known to me, and that there are far bigger grievances ahead for others and deeper loves." His hand squeezed on his wife as he finished pulling him in, and his eyes turned up as she let out a soft trail of a trembling laugh. "I love you as much as we ever should, dear."

Your hand disappeared from where it had seemed to be cradled by the woman's other grasp as it sleeper four and freed away from her own; your lips raised up as it met the grief in yiur eyes and your own exhausted worry as you reached out a hand for Bojack to take.

"Are you ok?" Your eyes followed bojacks, b it the heaviness and wear of them didn't lessen as his eyes flicked ove to the couple while they talked quietly.

"Pretty sure that thing up there was an eccentric airplane. Or-it might be the side effects of the drugs. That's happened a lot before too."

"And what about them?"

Bojacks eyes winced into a boyish unceronity as his head turned and watched their quiet muttering between one another. His eyes flicked away in an uncertain apologetic fashion.

"I think the guy is going through the after drug phase. Trying to find some emotional philosophy or things he can tell his off until it makes some claorty of his loss or pain or whatever it is he's going through. It's clear they're probably going through a divorce or something similar. With te way he's talking, incar bLme him. But then-" his hand pressed on his hip as he turned and looked between the two of them. "I can't say the woman is any different." His eyes lowered. "Poor guy. Hopefully it's easier on them later." He turned his head to the passé our body of Chad. "Better than him, anyway."

"Keep your yes in one another, and no matter how loud things get, remember your own truth and your love and life is at the end of it-and if what you have left."

Bojacks eyes kept on the lemur as he kept his walking forward. His hands came to rest on his chest as he watched the lmeur man find some rest in his wobbling by resting his hand on his wife. Her eyes snapped up as she looked between the both of you with eyes that seemed even more foggy and blue than they had previously, the thickness of them becoming more coherently dense. Bojack winced as he watched her with hisbhead titled back

"My husband's response to grief is thicker than mine. We've both been waiting for the same amount of dread and time for what is coming ahead. We're all like children at the end of the day, in the same boat and guide of the same both meaning and emptiness every day no matter what sxhudle or understanding of reality we have. It's all connected. It all comes back go the same rytham and pattern at the end."

The wind picked up, and bojacl turned his eyes up to thr sky as he looked over to where the strike of the white light had cut through the expanse of the clouded sky. Hso eyes looked more fragile and apologetic than ever as his eyes turned over to you: a new sense of grautuide came over him as he took a deep intake, walking his way over rto you as he reached out his hand. A soft richness of peace despite the look of worry in your own eyes and the bittersweet raise of you lip as your palm pressed on his own, the wind picked up a minute bit further as bojalc pulled you into his chest, hands grazed on your back as his delicate eyes darted up to the sky, ears splayed while his hands caresses on your back.

"Things are the way they are for a reason, bojack. Pain is there for a reason that will give yoy clarity if you were to understand how everything falls into place and why it does-"

"Yeah. I'm sorry I asked." Bojakc waved one hand up to the sky as he turned his eyes up to the sky. Your own expression, after a moment of hesitancy against his chest followed his eyes up the clouded sky, your arms kept gripped firmly on his waist. "You have any idea what that was?"

"I have too much of an idea-more than I ever wanted to," His eyes eased up to his wife. Her eyes were fogged to the point where there was no white to the edge of her eyes or any genuine look of humanity in her expression. It was enough that bojack stepped back with a slight breath. Your hands gripped onto his arms and gave a slight pressure of a squeeze. Bojack winced as he considered the lemur, then took a small breath of a reset as his ears lowered.

,"Do you two want anything to take with you before you go? Coffee, drink, more whiskey since it's clear that your minds are fried from whatever you've been forcing yourselves to go through for the past few months or whenever yoy gp married. Some handle the side effects better than others."

"We need to go. We've already delayed long enough. We couldn't stay away from what we were trying to be better than for long. We've done what we could." His eyes eased down to where Chad's body was snapped onto the ground. "Keep your truth and your intuition with you and believe in it. It'll be the only thing to guide either of you in the long term. Anyone else who days anything-they're only speaking from their own flawed narrative. Your love is effortless and will carry you. Would you like us to carry Chad?"

"Uh,Chad?" Bojacks eyes turned to the man where Bojack had kept him in the middle of his draw to the relief of you. His eyes dimmed as his fingers scratched the side of his neck in his own worried trembling in his eyes. "I mean, if it's not too much trouble."

"Yiu asked us to bring him up. He's one of us, truthfully, anyway. Whatever relief his wife and his own was trying to find for what they were fighting for last night, clearly there was something about it that was too stretched, too in pain, something too inhuman for anything they could invente to fight it." His large eyes eased down as his lips pressed together. "The best thing you can do with an empty life and the pain that comes along with it is to adjust your expectations to life and your energy and lifestyle to the emptiness of it. Try to turn your personality or the way of your life into something that doesn't match the words apathy and you'll end up destroying yourself entirely. It's not about loss, it's about readjusting. The bittersweetness of trying to make something work in the emptiness of a specific life will only ensure that the pain and the disasscoatiok gets all the deeper.

Bojacks own bittersweet eyes eased over Chad's body, fingertips continuing to scratch beside his neck in his subcocnioud aggrevation that came as tenderness even in his most troubleled moments.

"You know I never really saw the guy anywhere other than whatever cheap bar or party that I ever went to whenever I lost lost in my own word drunken empty phase. Which was frequently." Hid eyes lowered in his dim cycism. "That was the majority of whatever made up my life most of the time-these small little stupid finite minute emotionally issues that made the majority of my issues that were never really problems, but they always managed to feel like the most insolvable thing in the worrl even after I got thr idea that there were just thrse stupid little finite games my mind played on me. I used to see Chad a lot at the nights, drinking the poor guys lungs out. We used to share drinks. Clearly it didn't go well for him for s long time. I could drink until be was blackout and I wouldn't be because I was-you know, heavier. And I would clamor him back to his place. Guy always stumbled over his feet and could barely soeak, if he was conciousss at all and his head wasn't snapped back with his mouth open and drool hanging out. Clearly he was trying to commit suicide. But he found his wife and-for a long time it seemed like he was lighter. Happier. He had found his way." He gave a shrug of his chubby shoulders as his tired eyes eased down to the break of the man's neck, his eyes fogged and mouth opened wide. "I guess until he didn't."

"He tried, I'm sure. He had as much love and good as much as he was capable of giving after the wretchedness that makes a person of sin and small mistakes and issues that makes up life after a certain point-his partner, too. But we can't change whatever our issues and flaws and the mistakes we made gave us or who it made us become, and the suffering it led to him. He can come with us, my wife and I."

"Do you think his mistakes in life have anything to do with this?" Bojack lifted up a brow as he placed a hand on his hip, the one that wasn't warmly placed against your hand as bojacks eyes flicked over the lemur. His eyes remained unreadable as he began to walk over to Chad's remaining bdoy..

"I came to the devastation a long time ago that life is a formula. You reflect what you are and hwo you react, and the universe is like a beast that will reward even the smallest minute love you give to anything: same thing with reflecting it vakc out in mistakes and apathy and indifference. Your attempt at hurling hatred to others comes back ar you again and strikes and digs further at you into emptiness." He kicked against Chad's body, who's indifferent bleak body eased into a tremor at his touch. "My guess is he didn't do or achieve want he wanted fairly. We're simple creatures at the end of the day-the corruption that comes along with people who can't accept this or get into a lifestyle that goes against our inherent nature makes people go above their natural nature and leads to an abrasive emptiness that leads to auffeirng of thinking they want more or need more-anf this leads to even more detrimental suffering long term."

Bojacks eyes turned up under the heaviness of the frown of his features, detached and trscted into a distance of detachment as his eyes turned up to the space above Chad, expression unreadable and emotion devoid.

"So-what you're saying is that by the time he found his wife, he had already set his own fate? Or something similar."

A aoff shadow of a smile eased on the lemurs lips. "It's not that mathematical. People get things they don't deserve all the time. My assumption is that he ripped his wife from the universe in a way that angered it."

"Like a-beast?" Bojack's ryes rolled forward in thought, face atill cramping in his concern."is that the-proper fantastical term you're looking to describe something that is completely nonsensical and makes next to no genuine sense for an indifferent universe?"

"Wasy on your insistence, Bojack. You think yiu found your way. I did, too. My wife did. He did-and you. Especially you: a gentle fragile and lost sad pathetic thing, trembling and walking around and clinging onto yiut husband with the clear desperate guide of the idea that there even is such a thing." His eyes gleamed into something that almost seemed akin to pity as his focus eased across your expression. You stepped back a bit, your hands grazed across yiurbarms as he met his own hollowed gaze. "Be sure to keep molding yiut lifestyle around the emptiness. It'll be the one thing to help make it bearable when yout own time comes."

"What time?" Yiur eyes dimmed into a lowered extent of exhaust. Boajcks teeth poked as his head snapped over to your expression, your hands eased across your arms as your shoulders wre put back into a physics weight. The bleak and added cycnism in boajcks eyes increased as he stepped back and grazed his hand across your arm, pulling you into thr side of his body and against the plush ease of his stomach. You allowed him to, hesitantly, arpping to the aide as boajcks arms threaded across yours.

"Keeo your crack induced philosophy out of our marriage." His hand snapped to he man as he gave him a last gesture. I will say it'd a miracle it managed to happen at all. But that would be more of a reason for you to leave it alone, wouldn't it? Instead dog poking and prodding at something that's clearly fragile and should be left alone."

"I'm not trying to weaponize anything. Only adding to what I see and as I see it-and to warn you as someone who's on the other end of what you're both trying to see the other side of. The energy you both expel-it's like nothing else I've felt yet, but I'll admit my experience is far from myxh and I haven't experienced enough to come close to any comparison. Just know your loss of your love and what the universe will rip from the Teo of you-maybe not to the full extent it did with Chad and his own other side and his relief, I don't know much about how you came to get to this point, Bojack, but I do know that we're all caught in thr same loss and extremely rog suffering, and it won't be your fault and it will be dar form exclusive to you-but the fear will make it feel like it is, as well as the grief."

The muscles on Bojacks face tensed further, ears flicked back as his hand kept firmly pressed on his hip.

"I wish you could understand what this all sounds like from the other end of it," His eyes turned to where the lemur was now picking his foor further under Chad's head. "If you're going to carry the guy and take him to your car, I'd like to at least confirm with the two of you with as much reassurance and evident proof as possible that my wife and I have done nothing to give anything even close to this guy's death. Or his infunctionality, or whatever else they'll try to use against me or my wife ocnd they get their hands on the details and get bored of shifting through thr gossip." His eyes dimmed as he turned his head kver his shoulder to you, and you stpped forward as you have him the slightest vulnerable glint of your eyes and a mod as you eased your hand across his arm. Bojacls eyes eased into thr most humble and authentic humanity as his pulls flicked across yours. "Ive gone Mt entire life thinking connection was something that only happened to certain or special people. That it had to be this complained food chain or ego. Like Chad." His chubby hand leaned forward and squeezed on yours, fingertips gliding across your hands with a tremor. Hid exhsuted eyes turned to the lemur, who was taking to picking Chad's head up with his palms. His focus was partway on his wife, who turned her torubelrd fog over to him, though the tension and thr trouble tension of her features gave away someone who felt far from either free or someone confident in the melocholic way her husband was as she stopped forward and over to him, dirty heels tripping over her bottom ripped dress as she walked by him.

"I'm sorry to make you do this as the last act we have together, sweetheart."

Bojaxk breathed deep as he squeezed Hid hand on yours. He felt the delcialey of your cheek ease on his shoulder in reassurance. He raised his had up bu his chest, his ture timid nature showing.

"I just-want to make it clear that whatever it is that happened to Chad or who he was-" Guilt glinted in his eyes, that valuable depth that came from genuine human authentic reflection that flashed in his eyes as his turned his expression down. "I know I deserve it, too, ok? I'm just trying to hold my own with enjoying it day by day anyway and taking it for whs time been given. I know it's not fair and I know in a lot of ways it's gross."

"Sweetheart." Bojacks tender guilt riddle eyes eased down to your grasp against his arm. There was an outlandish emptiness there, the same one that had always existed from the majority of a slow and long churned isolated experience of an inner life before either of you had met.

"I know. But you know it's true." His eyes lowered as he gave you an edge of a look. "And I've told you that that's what you're looking at."

"If it'd any constulation, we're only small owns thing to commucnajte with others who are of the same." The wife spoke with a trail fogged edge to her voice as she kneeled herself down."Mt husband dug and dug into his headspace and the more you do that, the more turht you discover, and the more complex you become: the more you do either of those things the less human you realize anyone else is around you. My hsuband went mad in his intional life, and I can't blame him, though it did hurt to see it, but it made us found one another for a little while despite the risks. The fact of the manner is that life inherently hurts and is pain, for whatever small reasons thar are thrown at you from stgagance to loneliness to trauma. My husband only dig deep enough through his own version of it rather than subconscious torment compalcney in order to find me and I him, through existence that is determined to keep anyone from turky knowing anyone or their true heart imot the life they have in them, it anyone, and keeps anyone form understanding anyone or even themselves."

"You're trembling." The lemur man eased his body up from where he was keeping both of his hands under Chad's head, settling for reaching one hand out to his wife as he reached dour a hand and eased it across her slender pale arm. She trembled slightly and there was an abrasive strike of fear in her eyes as she stepped back in what seemed like an animalistic fear and contraction, though thr closest thing to humanity of black emotion eased in her eyes that seemed like a shadow of regret.

"I'm sorry, darling." The lemurs hand eased away from the pale of her skin. Her head titled downward, the sharp model of her face turning down and shadowed further by pain while the croped bop of hair fell across her eyes. "I know that this is the time that's been terrifying for the both of us."

She paused, her head titled so far down with a shake across her body that it seemed like a pshycila weight was drawn out of her-Bojaxk was fmaialir enough as it was wit the way the weight of emotions took over his own body to be aware of thr fact that hti time, it came from the repcngizntiom of the power of emotions. She head titled back up, but only for a few moments as her sled ER step made it's way by Chad's body, kneeling herself down by his legs as she used her strength to begin to ease him upward under her trembling palms, side stepping and stumbling as she got herself up.

"I was just hoping we would find a way to be an exception."

Her husband didn't speak, his eyes illuamted by the wet axorss his expression as he watched the way his wife's shoulders eased down into a roll. His head turned down and onto Chad's body without saying another word or even attempt of it, easing his hands under Chad's head as he lifted it up, his eye flicked down into a certain mourning that caused Bojack's eyes to ease up into his own melcholic insight, detachment still in his eyes with that romantic heaviness of Bojack carried.

"I van get you guys something to drink. Something to-Mae your ride a little easier on the way home." Bojacks eyes wicked up as his fingertips eased on his palm as he raised his hand in an awkward gesture. Your hand gripped across hid arm. Bojack as his eyes turned to you, eyes as uncerta8n and expression lowered as much as it ever was in his conflicted exhaustion.

"We'll get you anything you need. We're glad you came, really."

"Do what you like. We're working on getting this man where he needs to be. That's what's important at this point. The hardest part I'd feeling everything you ever could have needed as a living creature without illness or separation or anything wrong, and to be given the most profound answer: but as it is within the limits of phaycila existence, even finding the love of yout life has its punishments, as everything truly good on this earth ever is."

"Whatever it is you need or think you need, my husband and I don't mind helping make it easier."

Bojack turned his head to you, urgency in hid almost shy expression. "Honey-"

"At least let the goodbye be a little easier. And-whatever it is that you Teo think will happen, than you for coming last night." Your palm squeezed on Bojacks arm. "Part of the point last night was to have something different happen and to be in touch and meet new people, and you gva eys that. That means a lot-to both of us."

Your voice was uncertain but hopeful as your tone turned into an attempt of control. Bojsk only closed his eyes in his own heavy way as his eyes eased down in his heavy thought at your words. His hand reached out and caressed on yours as he gave the lemur man one of his awkward attempts at grin, eyes lowering as he followed you up the rest of the hill. His head kept turning over his shoulder as the dark conflict in hsi eyes didn't leave his expression once while he kept turning his eyes over to where the lemur was talking in a low voice quietly to his wife, who still had a gimmer of panic and pain that clenched across her expression as she listened to the edge of her husband's voice and his evident attempt at trying to be able to calm her.

"Honey. I think we just need to let these guys go."

"Don't be like that."

"They're clearly not in a good state of mind."

"Why does that have to dictate how we respond to or treat them?" Your eyes were looking desperlaty against Bojack's, and there was a part of him that wished your face didn't have such a specific sweetness to it tha seemed to be catered to edge into every single part of his own opinion and understanding of what surrounded him into something that was of a genuine and need to comply.

Still, he felt his fear overcoming even his sense of love in that moment.

"C'mon. Look at them. And the amount of babble that's coming out of that man's mouth? We'd have to be the crazy ones to be tripping over ourselves desperate to be apart of whater nonsense he's babbling, or even seeing the sense of it. Matter of fact they've practically done everything and more to show that they aren't."

His voice was low, aggressive. Your hand kept firmly pressed on his arm as you contueidnd yo hide him against the houses walls and over ryo the front of hid driveway. Bojack's hard eyes were turning over to the couple now and then, their conversation and presence alike a few feet behind just enough to make it impossible for there to be anything other than Bojack's habit of natural abirasive disconnect rather than following of fear.

"Hey-"

Your hand snapped up, gripping onto Bojack's shoulder and forcing him back to you. The gleam in his eyes that came from he core of frustration and the glare on his face increased as he snapped his attention back to you as your heand snapped across his shoulder and brought his attention back to your own. Your feet tripped as you walked over the corner of Bojack's large and incessant house and he followed you over towards the entrance, temporary lending the lemur and his wife out of sight.

"It's none of our business. You want something good to come out of the things you do, then you feed into what you do get. It's not complicated, or it doesn't have to be. It all matters on your perspective."

'Yeah. I think he's made that very clear with the whole life and dispairnig nonsense. Almost to a level where it makes me think his wife and him have just had too many nights like this and this is their extremely eccentric way of handling it."

Bojack paced forward, eyes glimmering down into a frown as he leaned one hand on his hip, leaning down onto the mat and letting out his own minute frustrated words under his breath as he lifted up the welcome mat-it already hd enough stains on it enough as it was and was kicked over from the corner from the amount of impsuilve feet and trippings that had occurred on it overnight, his ball stomach easing into his lap as he leaned forward and threw the mat to the side and revealed the keys underneath it. You paused as you watched Bojack begin to wrestle with the keys to the front door after he leaned forward and pressed it on the front of the large grey door, grappling with the keys as he tried to turn it into the hole in the middle of what was his clear conflicted moral panic.

"You know I almost feel bad for the guy. He's clearly going through his phase of realizing his life wasn't that great until some woman came along and made it great, and now he has to go through the process of having some weird revelation every time he remembers the relevantions he had while drunk and has to come to terms with the gradual sober hangover of his fear that one day someone might take that away from it." His ears flicked back, the glimmer of cynic judgement in his eys not disappearing as he continued to fumble with he key in the door. "I almost envy it."

Your arms crossed as you watched Bojack's stout fingers fumble with the metal key, seeing it slip into his fingers and then out.

"Goddammit." The gleam on Boajck's eyes and the complication of his tender nature that was at oods with his loathing tensed further. "Clearly I'm still shaking off my own hangover." His dry eys turned to you. "And better thing is that everyone here is either my wife, or someone who's too hungover and having their own personal relevantions to try and spin that into another story that we'll both be seeing all day and for god knows how many months or weeks after."

In the middle of his jaded small speech Bojack abruptly dropped the keys; the metal slipped out of his hands, and with an abrupt breath his teeth poked as he stepped his body backward, hands raised up on his chest as that lovable soften uncertainty that begged for attention flashed across his face.

You rushed your way over to the keys, keeling down as you picked them up. The awkward position of Boajck's timid defense began to ease into his more diginifed sober fashion as his eyelids lowered, shoulders easing down as he watched you pick it up.

"I am sorry about all of this." That somber low voice that genuine rich authentic apology. His fingers found their way by his wrists as he played with them apologetically. "I'm just…overwhelmed, I guess. I'm not used to having-well, anyone around, really. Marriage has already been strange enough as it is and with the combination of all those guys I saw last night, and this guy saying every little terrible thought that I could have thought of on my worst morning. I'm just trying to get used to it. The genuine company."

You messed with the keys for a moment as they glided between your calmer fingertips. Your eyes turned over to Bojack as you watched his teeth poke while his eyes held the amount of completed pain you had always found the most human life in.

"Every day can be easy. It has been easy-and I think us finding one another and loving each other has given us that. The perspective. The one neither of us had previously."

The key clicked inside of the door, and with a smooth opening did it open itself back over to the living room of Bojack, ridden with the sunlight inside. The breeze picked up, and Bojack was vaguely aware of the sound of the lemur's somber tone and what sounded like the now raising sobs of his wife starting to ease up from the corner of his house. He found his had lifting up, mouth open into a vague trouebled open as his head turned up to the sky, the grey clouds moving now and then."

"Personally, I think it's our belief of the love we have and how we love one another that gives us both such richness in life. I don't care what the couple says or what's true or what's just deranged drugged babble. I know that the more I believe in something profound the more profound my existence feels, and I can see and feel the emptiness of those who don't." You pushed your hand on the door, and the grey wall of it opened as it invited you inside. Bojack's worried eyes, compelling with the amount of humble human pain in them were detached from your physicality, though it was clear if only from the heaviness in his eyes that you were speaking to him in the way that counted.

You walked to him as your lips pressed across his cheek, hand cupping across his cheek as you tried to draw Bojack's own specific dread in his expression back over to your insistence. That heaviness on his face that, as full of profound pain as it was, turned back to your hand as you cupped his bloated and worn cheek, teeth poked as his troubled and impossible tender expression in a modled way only he possessed eased across your eyes while the fog focused on you.

We have an inherent understaninf of life when we're born, since life and our natural reactions is so simple, which I'd ehy emptiness takes us as we get older and fall into a empty stgahace with the udnertadninf: our job is to become like children again and to find acceptance and joy in the simple as we did as children to turn this stagsnnxe into the carefree joy we had as children."

Bojack's insecure expression struck into you as he winced.

"I get that that's true in theory. But-"

There was a sudden strike of several streaks of red light across the sky, reminiscent of the single one Bojack had seen before. He gave an abrupt breath as he took in a sharp intake and snapped his eyes upward to the red streaks. The panic in his eyes widened as his eyes flickered into a sudden panic. He gripped your wrist, indicating his snout to the sky.

"Did you see that?" His panicked eyes snapped back to yours. "Tell me that that isn't a weird earth specific language of what the man is telling me."

Bojack's grip was intense and unforgiving, not unlike the sudden onslaught of intense demenang, almost disturbing flair in his eyes as his need for you to follow possessed his expression.

Your head turned up to where Bojack had flew his head up to, worried whimper easing out of hid lip with his eyes squinted as he gave worried trembling words form his mouth that w a now half cracked open in worry.

"Jesus!" His eyes widened as he turned his eyes back to you, palms squeezing further from where his palm was rested on yiur wrist. His words were low, whispered, urgent. "It's just like what he was pretending wasn't a big deal a minute ago!"

Your eyes followed his back up to the red stars that wwrw cutting across the sky: or star could have been one interpretation of the red light as the multiple sudden small strains of them cut across the grey clouded expanse in front of you that allowed the new dawn for a Los Angeles day to come into introduction. The red light was fogged as it melted across the faded clouds while several bit of the lanes of the red lights fell across one another while they shoot across the clouds, thr tip of the red point of light faded as quickly as it had come from its trail with nothing bu thr vivid pinpoint being the last of it'd signs as the trail of them cut through the wide expanse of the grey sky. Bojaxk gave a troubeled sound of a whimper thar gave away the true extent of his timing exhaust as he kept his squinted eyes turned forward to the sky, the red light illuminating and reflecting across the worry of his dim helpless eyes.

"It's Los Angeles." You blinked rapdily as you pressed yiur hand on the door, turning it inside as Bojacks eyes snapped away sky for a moment as he felt yiur hand pushing him inward. "It's more than likely just an eccentric project that come across with bad timing with being hungover and beinf woken up with two people who are already tripping."

Bojack raised an eyebrow as he followed you inside, vauge cocky tease entering his expression only for a moment as he followed you inside.

"So you do think they're tripping."

"I do know that he believes what he's saying." Yiu flew the keys onto the ciunter, the metsl clanging on the table.

"I'll say. If he had had this kind of acting when we were on set together it would have made a huge difference. Maybe then he wouldn't have gotten so caught up in brain and precpetion altering drugs."

"As long as we get him in the car and head his wife and himself out, they should be fine to deal with it in their own."

"Is that all that matters? Are we sure we want to let this guy out like this-I mean, obviously I'm perfectly willing to let him go and I'm pretty sure the guy would agree with me since he keeps mentioning it, but is it safe? For us, for what happened last night, after everything he said?"

"What would you want to do?" You turned from where you were walking over to the couch, hips leaned against the greu of it as you looked up at him with your own devested exhaust.

"I don't-" He breathed, shoulders rolling. "I just think that we need to be careful letting these two out. I want them gone, but they're trying thr dead body of Chad. And I want to make sure that we xam both agree that what we heard and everything that happened last night is something we can make sense of." He placed a hand on his hip as he pointed at you. "You know as well as I do how out of control these things get, and how eager people are to try and distill their hands into whatever they can blow it up to. I don't want that."

Yiur head titled to the side. There was a weight to yiur soft and mournful eyes that spoke that you had picked up on thr soft threads of hints of what was had bene felt from the upper stimulants of the lights and from the choas of what had been spoken earlier. Bojack fdlg that blakc, abraisvness hopelessness the way he when it was a truth that came from your own interpretation: the only thing he trusted.

"I don't want thar either." The bakc of yiur hands gripped on the couch, a soft squeeze and caress to them as they eased across the fabric.."I just want us to boht know that ehatever it is that's happening, it's outside of the control for both of us. And you also know that."

"Who says it is? After everything we've suffered and how" He paused as he rubbed the back of his neck, gazing at you with a guise of sht concern as he atepped forwad"-long it took me to believe in this and stay with it.

The sounds of the lemur and the way he was talking to his wife, low toned but with a sense of urgency, was already starting to become more vivid from outside the cracked door. Bojack stepped forward to you timidly as his fingertips played on his wrists as he stepped forward to where you were leaning.

"I know how long we had to come to get this far. And far I had for go." There was a falter in his voice, just enough for you eyes to met up as you met Bojack's timid ones as he stepped forward and closed the space between the both of you. Your body subconsciously eased itself up as your eyes searched across his, hands reaching out for him to take. "That thing that youre always telling me about hwo i gave you a specifc niche and view of the world that eased away all the choas and the bulkshit and the things you struggeld with? Afding the ricness to it? Ir did that for me, too. I don't want that to be ruined just because we allowed two people that are esstmraillt trashy strangers to be the one thing that destructs into something terrible just because we allowed it to."

"Then what do you want to do?" Your voice was urgent, yiur hands encircling around his palm as your eyes glided acorss hid conflicted worry. "You want them to leave, and I agree. We're clinging onto the same thread of relief we give one another in this world, sweetheart. But we can't guarantee protection against every little thing that could come to us or damage us..

Bojacks eyes were dialted with still the same hue of detached worry as his eyes eased vakc up to where the muttering of the lemur and and his wife were becoming more vivid while they eased their way around the side of yiur house. The small lights dat sat on the outside were atill on as the small illumatianted light reflected across the Grey walls, only half swallowed by the surrounding upcoming light of the day. The red light that has cut across the sky was already starting to fade away from where it had cut access the clouded sky into something that was more of a memory, and no doubt one of many that were buried into of the tormented muffled minf of Bojack's headspace that was all full of rich and buried secrets that came from someone's suffering. His head turned over his shoulder, teeth poked as his vulnerable eyes glided over to the door.

"I just-want to make sure they keep their actions right and whatever weird trouble they come up with stays out of our way. His hands squeezed across your palm as you stepped back, only an inch as your red edged eyes eased against the worry of his own. "Can you understand that? After everything they've said and the way they describe things. I don't want to believe it's true, and I don't think it is, but, to just let them go with the amount of power that comes along with letting them carry that damn body."

"Then don't let them have it." Your has caressed across Bojack's mane, the hair slick from the overnight of the intimacy and passed our exhsution and messiness that had made up the melocholic night after, with nothing but hid own personal humble and tormented pain ridden but adorable humanity being what led yoy to find you own peace against his painfully puffy ridden eyes. Your eyes darted across his desperate, delciatd eyes that briught you bakc to the full endowed csntermsmt of the thing worth doing, whihc was doing it out of love, as your ryes darted acorss his troubele ones.

"How? The guy seems pretty bent on it."

"I find you and remind myself of the specific richness that you are every time and how you're all the meaning I've ever wanted and something that's indescribable beyond it. No one sees it or you thr way I do, and rhe loneliness could kill me, but yoy catch me and help me remember every day."

"Yes. That is true. But that's us, honey." His shoulders shrugged a vuage few inches as his tender eyes fodied across yours. "And I could say pretty confidently that both of us can agree on the idea that it'd almost next to tragically impossible to keep that rich meaning with you."

"How?"

"How? Theres no where to begin. Your loved one dies, time passes and you both change in a way neither of you recpngiznr, or, in this case, and in most cases the weird intentions or other people try to do anything they can to separate either of you. Do you know how little I believed in something like this? A bond, something that shouldn't be considered the rarest thing in thr world and yet, my entire life, that was almost all it ever was. Until you." A soft, drafted chuckle left his lips, not even bother to hide Bojack's complicated and incessantly conflicted and exhausted humanity. "And you can except me to have even the slightest approval at anything that would ever threaten that. It's too terrifying. After I've seen what the world is for other people and what it is for myself and how-terrible it is for the default. I've waited too long for something to be this human, honey."

You paused as your kept your fingers eased across Bojack's palms, allowing hid to speak his troubled rasps through his desperate exhaustion that came from a lifetime of a dignified complicated narrative. His teeth poked, breath left out of his lips as his vulnerability met yours end

"Do you want to ask for the body?"

"No." The muscles on hisnfsxe treamorrd, and he snapped his eyes down in thought. "I don't know. I just know that it doesn't feel tight to just let them go. With all they talked about last night, their evidence, the way they could dress things up. It took me so long to get to the point where I feel like I could feel like I was living the life I was always just grieving and to stop being afraid of it and to start living it. My priority above anything else is to project that." His chubby hand eased forward and caress against your cheek in thar subconscious romantic fashion he always held when he allowed himself to. "For the first time, I feel like I genuinely, truly have something that feels like it's not just a imitation of something better I could make up in my mind. No matter what anyone says today or tomorrow or any other day, I finally feel like I have something that's enough, honey. And that's you. That's the life I allowed myself to believe I could have with you. That there's this..genuine leverage above the weariness of my life before that feels like it carries me now, instead of it just being some vauge island of comfort until I have to go back go the default." His eyes winced in his perceptive thought as he turned his eyes downward, muscles on his face tense as he looked away in thought for a moment thar only came from thr depth of someone who got so easily lost in the complexity of complex emotional tragedy that made up a human life on the earth from since he was born, all the way up to his weary exhausted body of what he was now. "I can't stand here and say that I can allow anything to come between that. Even if it does include, you know-" He shrugged as his eyes turned up to where the sound of the married couple were now becoming more notable in their words as he gave a shrug. "Doing something far from something considered civil or acceptenable."

His voixe was low, diginfed, redletive of that deoth human pain you knew all tok leaned forward and pressed your lips acorss his, and after a clumsy moment Bojack let out an awkward gruff breath across your mouth as he felt your lips ease across his. Your fingertips scratched hid mane as you stepped back, rushing your way over to the kitchen as you opened up the cabinet and took two cups and placed them on the counter.

"When they come in I'll give them so drinks. Something to get them on the road."

Bojack placed a hand on his hip as his eye glided over to your briso movemsnts with trnsion adross his face. "Did you not hear anything I was just saying?"

"Not for them to leave. But if we give them some hospitality, we can at least keep them leveraged into something a little more welcoming while you decide what you want to do."

Bojack's eyes eased into a sudden surprise tint of a realization.

"Forget that. I just commucnaited to tell you want I wanted to do. What do you want to do?"

"Everything you said is everything I feel. You know that." Yiur eyes turned to to Bojack as you gave him a knowing look of yiur quick eye before turning to thr fridge, turning it open as yiu made your way back to thr counter and placed the juice on top of it. "Im not disagreeing with you. But I don't think either of us has the time to go bakc and forth trying to decide last minute what the solution is." Yiur hand turned acorss the juice cap as you turned the bottle over the glass, pouring thr both of them messing but quickly. "If nothing else, if we can't manage to get Chad and his body with us for whatever we want to use of it to keep him safe, then we ateast give ourselves a little bit of time to feel the fear and the anticipation and decide what we want to do going forward with that. No matter what kind of outcome we're facing, there's nothing better than to at least keep ourselves reflective and to process whatever it is that's in foent of us. Mantls preparation is the best thing."

Bojack's eyes eased downward as he watched dyou buy yourself frantically across the kitchen. Hid had kept on his hip, considered and gradually vauge understanding coming into his eyes.

"The lights just now, honey." He winced as his eyes turned up to you. "That whole thing. Do you think it has anything to do with what the lemur guy is talking about? Or his wife? Or anything to do with why we both saw something that should have just been a bad trip, but it'd very clearly evident that there were too many people seeing tj same thing for that comfort."

It was only for a moment, but Bojack caught the vauge hint kf a treamor on yiur features as your hands continued to shake and give away your emotional conflict. He stepped forward, his eyes hard as he watched your hands clearly tremble acorss the cups and the carton as you placed it back insode of the fridge, a lostness and a certain panic in your eyes that was clear you were taking every attempt to guide as something otherwise.

Bojakc rolled his eyes, giving a breath as he stepped his way to you on the counter. His elbow leaned acorss the side of it, his eyes turning up as he watched your distracted movement, his own eyes exhausted as be took in your clear uncertainty and devastation that came along with being helpless to do anything to be able to change pain..

"Honey." Hid eyes winced up in his own human timing fashion.

"It never gets easier." The usual humble sweetness of yiur air that was enough that it was the certain initmate fulfillment that was the only thing Bojack had ever craved was polluted with your distracted and wrethced moments as it reflected with oaub in your eyes as he watched yiur bod glance across the inside of his kitchen. "All the experiences, the repetitive nature of it, it never changes."

"I know. I know, honey. " Bojack raised up his hand as his ears splayed back, timing worry across his eyes as he watched you close the refrigerator while he followed your fanatic movements. "I know it feels slime that. That's the exact reason why I wanted to keep anything from taking away what we have from one another by random asshoels like this. And it doesn't always have to hurt."

You took a dirty rag and wrung it around your palms, turning ad you snapped your movement k the counter.

"I don't like the way she talks."

"What-his wife? I don't either. That's why I was thinking we could keep tabs on them or just make sure that they don't gp too far astray to make whatever interruption of this...marriage, this specific feeling yo be taken away.

"It's not about them." Your usually gentle eyes, temporarily tinted with an edge of red madness of insecurity snapped up to him while you whipped your hand against the counter. Bojack's ears flicked back as he watched the moment of your speed; the desperation of it, the strange urgency that rested behind your hand's grasp.

"I get that. But-"

"When I was introduced to you I was given a life that is so real, dense, compact and meaningful that it overtook any other negative narrative. Lime j was given a gift that was so rare, do spiritual that it almost felt like it was too good to be fathomed and much less something that could or should be kept or udnertsood-beyonf what rich people like you or anyone powerful or influential could ever even fathom with what the value of life actually is."

Bojacks hands lowered as his palm eased across the counter, eyes lowering as he watched you. You didn't stop swiping, only gripping your hands further on the cloth as you wiped up the impulsive splash of the juice from the cartons. Your eyes snapped up to Bojack's now and then, who kept his wet glinted timid eyes set on yours.

"You're my answer, sweetheart. You're the only thing that feels good to me. Whatever that was, it's not taking that away from me, either. Whatever these people believe or whatever it is that they 'showed' us-" Your head snapped up as it indicated over to where the lemur man was standing a few feet away in the distant driveway, voice mumbled under his breath as he talked to his wife while Chad's body was eased onto the ground. "-it's not taking that away. Not after all this."

"I..agree." Bojack's voice was uncertain as he watched the intensity of your hand scrubbing across the counter. His teeth poked out as he watched you intuitively. "Are you sure you aren't affected by what we saw outside?"

You gave a quick laugh, the sound maddening and indifferent as you kept your focus on the counter. "It dosen't mater, sweetheart. I'm just jumbled up from trying to make sure we can get them out of here and that I can do whatever I can to make your worries nothing close to reality."

You eased your body back, your pale slender hands squeezing across the towel as the water began to drip from it. Your eyes flicked up to him as he stepped back and took it over to the sink.

"We can take Chad's body. I don't see any reason why they would have a problem with it."

"Does it not?" Bojack titled his head forward, his arm resting across the counter as he watched your own troubled movements as it crossed what was usually the most humble and nourishing air. "The lights. What the man said, I mean. Because I've never seen you this wound up from mere lights."

"Whatever happens, we'll take control of it. The way I love you doesn't feel good depending on how much I love you. The sudden crappies or inability to feel or think of you soem days has nothing to do how much I've always loved you when the conflict of the world and my own nature goes quiet."

Bojack's troubled expression and his teeth poking out continued to follow you as he saw the way you gripped out your hand onto a forgotten empty bottle that was lying lazy across the sink, jamming out the rest of the subsided liquid.

"That's the world-the flawed way and nature of it that is meant to destroy people. And it does-for a little while. But eventually I do come back to you. The specific way that I feel you; the reality you dressed up for me in that specific way that it feels like I was meant to call home."

Your hands were trembling as you kept your fingertips on the plastic bottle, placing it back down onto the counter. Bojack snapped his head over his shoulder as he kept his hand cautiously by his chest as a form of control, hearing the suggestion of the lemur man's voice as it trailed nearby into the front door.

His eyes winced in that apologetic fashion he held as he turned his body back over to where you were making your way frantically across the kitchen, pressing your hands across the rest of the empty bottles as you tossed them under the garbage under the sink.

"Make believe emotions are just concepts we're making up constantly, honey. We don't have to believe in any of it, and we currently don't have to let it affect us."

"Yeah." Bojack raised up a brow and didn't bother hiding the vague look of detached disgust as he watched the trembling of your body across the kitchen while your hand stumbled across the stray hairs on top of your head; the kind of look that suggested the softness of his patience and his romanticism embedded under the defense, but for the time being there was only a deep edge of his own disgruntled dry exhaust as he watched you frantically rush across the kitchen. "Just like how you're clearly 'not letting' this whole thing get to you, or how you don't believe a single thing that they said or what we've looked at, even though it clearly is. Is that right?"

Your eyes shutters closed, and your lips trembled as you gave a shaky breath. Bojack's alert lifted up as he got himself off the counter, coming over to you as he he tenderly reached out his hands to tremble onto your wrists. You stepped back, the tremor on your face giving away an exhaustion of fight as your hand kept pressed on your forehead.

"Whoa, hey." Bojack raised up his handa catiosuly, and then with a settle of conflicted emotion allowed his palms to gradually turn forward while they caressed against your elbows. "I'm sorry. I know this is hard for you. It is for me too. That's why I come up with every wrong thing to say to try and deal with it."

You head shook, clear exhaust in your eyes as your palm eased against your forehead.

"You were the one who said you didn't think any of it had any coherent grounding in reality."

"Yes." Bojack spoke tentatively, gently as he allowed his palms to graze across your arms, worried eyes easing across your body. "I did think that. Better that than to let any flying story people who do drugs with come up with, right?"

There was a slight teasing humor to his voice, his lips raised up for a moment as the attempt extended into vulnerable gentle eyes. Your lips trembled, and Bojak naturally stepped forward as guilt eased across his face, pulling you in as he gave his own conflicted breath while his snout rested across the curve of your neck. He turned his snout outside, eyes wincing as he looked over the expanse of the city that met across his eyes into the cloudy fogged morning, no traces of light being left in the sky.

"Hey, it's ok." His voice was tender, guidning, gentle a his chubby palm found its place by your back. "At the end of it all it's just a matter of getting used to whatever is ahead, right? Like you're always telling me with your adorable drawn out comforting sayings and suchy such?"

Your hands only gripped further on his chubby arms, but Bojack could tell you found comfort in the teasing words, and he pulled you in tighter into his embrace. The lemur's words were trailing rom the cracked door of Bojack's entrance, the lemur man's voice stoic and reflective as he talked to his wife in what seemed like a troubled focus of the words from whatever weight Chad's body was giving him as he gave what seemed like an attempt at a comforting narrative for his wife. Bojack's ears flicked up, his eyes turning in sharp attention as he felt the fragility of your body press firmly on his chest in your own attempt at recovering, your patheticness meeting perfectly on Bojack's need to take care of you and to be taken cared of; a accidentally rhythm of perfection of an impossibly rare thing.

"To have two people meant for loving one another in all of the small intimate details that come with profoundlyloving and knowinf someone in all of their tich and messy detail-and to only have detached small hints through the most superficial of small island of ebat that other person feels like, to love them-its sad, isn't it? Loving someone isn't about loving a perfect imagine of comfortability or of having a bland sense of respect and civil thought of ehat should be-irs seeing someone in all of their messes, trails, flaws, disturbing quirks and headspaces of deranged thought and of anything every understood in their own complex personal interpretation of endless interpretations in an endless existence: and to fall deeply in love with their own specific strange odd and niche speieorc esy they respond yo the endless painful joyful impozizbly quirky and orgional strnage messiness of tragedy and joy of human existence. That is the thing thar wears people down over time and their relationships, stupid little insecurities and unnecessary inward complained inner narratives that leaks out and entnagels around the other person small words and sentences throughout the conversations and days until there's a chipping away at what would be clairtyfor less nuetroic and inner tormented beings, where all we want is simplicty and clarity of our animalistic nature that the uncessaey insecurity and constant small little torment of compilations of being human always take from us, until there's a muddy strain in the relationship where there was once something pure and intuitive and simple to our natures that we crave with everything thar we found in our partner for a little while before the gritty compilation of inner life thar qe were both blessed and cureaed with took over. Everything everyone is in in life and thr way loneliness and existence and disconnect is always comes bakx to an individual-I'd someone isn't open or connected or want of it it's either an intentional preference which snowballs into other affects of their existence,.or their is some not very bright or foggy or unclear psychological defect of their headspace where they are unclear ehat they want, in which case isn't cocnmerd with worrying about or knowing. Everything on earth-disconnect, parasocila relationship, media entertainment and personal life comes down to thr decision of the individuals with the reigns on the situation, which usually is fogged or flawed towards long term clarity for themselves or any party, or even from themselves. Once eyiu realize everything and the way things are on this earth comes down to foggy feeble headlaxes and intentions of being human influenced by power or misunderstood interpretation of privacy or safety or sinful dislike, the disconnect and permenar loneliness of how the world is is a little easier to bear."

There as a sudden strike of red light that struck through the previous mundane cloudy sky. Bojack's eyes opened wide as his attention wa snapped up to it; the lights were as prominent in their thing trails as much as they had ever been, reflecting against the clouds. Bojakc gave a soft whimper of something tender and uncertain as his eyes winced over at the reflection of the red in the clouds. He opened his mouth to speak to poitn it out to you, but when he felt you tremble in his arms even in your ignorance, he only felt the heaviness ease across his expression again as he kept his arms around you and pulled you further in, snout eased onto your shoulder, eyes closed and ears lowered back.

"People here, people everywhere, they think the answer is how great they can be. It's not the case. Greatness is only a luxury that isn't needed for anyone, and dosne't matter to the core of your sruvrival with it or without it. It's love, your mundane needs being met, and being just as equally mundanely cared for that is at the core of a life; the rest is dress up, fakeyr, decore. That's why so many unimpressive people are fine and healthy and why so many like Bojack are some of the most destroyed people I've ever known. Their decore is dressed up down to the nub in its presentation, with rotting or under the core humanity."

"I drank with him for years. He should know." Bojack's voice lowered across your cheek, low and rasped and edged with his charamsci annoyance.

"For a long time I asked myself if there was really unique indidvuality or souls, or if we just met someone and mated and outisde of the incessant simsplcity of that it wans't just another example of human neuroticism trying to cope with the boredom of our naturla instincts. It seems to be someone only exclusive to us a sa species. You can do anything you want, my dear, when the world is apathetic; you can swing in a chair for the next forty years and your life will have had as much meaning s someone who followd the standards like myself and my peers."

'But I don't know if I'll survive. If I lose you, the answer to everything you're mentioning and beyond, I don't know if I'll want to."

The woman's voice was trembling, fragile. Bojack felt his pain ridden eyes turn back over to where there was the trial of red lights cutting through the grey clouds that sat above the always busy and stagnant yellow ridden lights of the buildings that crowded his eyes and his headspace on any given melancholic or relfecrive day of his empty life.

"There's a deep intuitive relationship with art and the consumer that belongs only to the consumer and art: though universal, that relationship belongs between that specific combination of interpersonal experience and precpetion and the art of that specific niche corner of the world. It occurred to me-is there really nothing of remarkable value to certain people, or is it just that they never met anyone who had thr eyes, the energy, the want to see them, so ti remained unknown and nonexistent or laughable. Much lime the existence of an individual person-that's why art is so personal and devastating and powerful yo the maker, irs really just an extension of what they inevitably wrestle with and feel regardless of whether they creator or not. Art, all movies and books and whatever is made here in Hollywood, is just the psychological residue, my love."

Bojakc took a breath as he felt your body began to separate from his. He managed a small, apologetic smile as his tender eyes eased against the side of your face, expression as humble as much as it was desperate. His hands pressed on the pale delicacy of your cheek. Your own pink, pale lips raised into a curve of a supple exhuste smile that didn't quite reach your eyes as the exhution of you cheek eased across his chubby soft palms; unorgional, simple, and the only thing worth living for in a world full of both of those two words combined otherwise.

"So what do you want me to do,?" Bojack kept his eyes on the window, express winced as he focused on the spray of red light that cut across the expanse of the clouded sky. There was only a minute trace where they had been a second before, and he felt a vauge sense of peace that you were too busy keeping on his chest to notice for the time being instead of getting a glimpse of the red streaks that crossed against the clouded sky.

"Neurher of us have to do anything." Yiur hands eased across his palms, and he felt the sides of your face grazing across his chest, fingertips threading across his palm. "I just want to make sure we have the body. For the sake of making sure that you don't get any of those rumors desotying you when the news starts spreading out."

"I wouldn't bet on that. Thr being able to control it aspect, I mean. They're going to spin this out like wildfire and use whatever they can think or dream up against me. I can promise you that."

There was a soft breath of your air across Bojack's chest, and his ears lowered as he pulled you further into the warmth of his skin.

"Irs inevitable, honey. I'm not-" Hid hands readjauted, caressinf axross your body as he gave a breatn. "-The reason why I want to get Hid body is to just control it. That guy out there has enough reputation that I have no doubt people would be eager to trip over themselves following whatever story he spiks out of this-and clearly he's lost his mind, do I'm sure he'll have no problem spinning out a story that the general public will be just bored enough to believe."

"I know." The curves of your face eased across his chest, and the weight of his snout easing further onto the cruv4 of his beck as he heard the bumbling of the lemurs language from the outside as it entertained with the occasional sound of his wife, her voice treamored and doubtful, but still having a certain confidence to following the relfexfiok of her husband. Bojack kept his complicated wet eyes up to where rhe streak of the red lights had cut across, the ghost of the trails of it seeming to have physically cut into something whee previously there had only bene mundane passing. Hos ears flicked and he felt a blakc panic ease across shos chest even just at the sight of it, but hid hands caressed across the fragile of yiur back, offering him a vauge sense of that rich grounding of purpose as he focused on the energy of yiur trembling body.

"Whatever happened this morning, I do know that it affected you. Once we get this Chad guy issues worked out and i talk to thr couple and they leave, I want to try and see if we can't-get some help for what we saw today."

He felt his heart race even at the suggestion: it was the most bold attempt at something like that he had ever spoke, and he was aware of rhe amount of control he was asking for as the words left his lips in a rasped relfecfion..

Your throat cleared, your hands starting to pull yourself away from the soft brainless of Bojack's skin as you eased yourself out. Yout eyes didn't lessen from their focus of staying on the ground, and Bojaxk found the courage to ease his palm across your cheek. With a flick of your eyes fid your ease your expression up, that trembling bittersweetnsss thar came along with the niche feel of your existence that brought out of Bojack a certain emotional cenrirnty and menaing that embedded so well with his own specific response yo existence.

"Does that..sound like a good idea?" His eyes wre vulnerable as they darted across yours. Your hand reached out, pale and squeezing acorss his wrist as the both of you felt the necessity to embed your essence into that profound warmth that came with two people who had found the rarity of boht clarity, rytham, and consistent fulfillment and that certain profound human beauty that Bojack had always thought had beevr existed, in general, much less for it to be the richest one that had ever came to him.

"Get help. Clear our heads."

"Yeah." Bojack gave a curt nod, and the delicacy of your eye thar both changed him and intimated him at once turned back up to hos expression as a small curve of a smile raised on his snout. "Mske sure that the fog of the polluted aud isn't getting to us. We're nor about bullshit, honey, I know we aren't. And I know after a lifetime of being one of those empty people who had nothing better to do than loath and feeling lime there was nothing to either give or take from anyone else or myself and feeling so impossibly empty all the time that this is something that we have to protect." Hid head turned, eyes puffed and squinted as he turned his head over his shoulder to the open door. To the contrast of what both of you thought, the detached talk had only begun to disappear and fade, rather than become closer to the door. "I don't doubt that there isn't some weird asses out there who have specifically made it their mission to try and take and grip into what story they can wind up from seeing what they credit as someone lime me to have something to poke and prod at, but it doesn't have to be anything but dome stupid scheme that they came up with." He flicked up a hand pointedly as he turned to you. "But that does not mean that they get to have a final say in how this feels or turns out long term."

Your hand reached out as your palms grazed across his hand, a reflection of stoic thought in your eyes, until your expression turned back to Bojack, eyes watered and wet with exhaust of something exhausted and human as you met Bojack's insistent ones.

"And the family?"

Bojack paused in his word as he opened his mouth to respond. His eyes dimmed as ears lowered as his eyes flicked across your own pale and humle human air, gentle and conflicted and dark the same as him.

"What?" A slight vague panic of surprise in his eyes, expression flicked across your eyes. "The kids you mentioned at the cabin?"

You turned your head down, easing your fingers across his palm as you give him the slightest touch of your lips across his palm. His worried eyes eased down as he followed your movement, the eyebrows on your face furrowing with tension.

"You know I wasn't just mentioning it in passing or because of some strange watered facade when I mentioned that to you, darling."

"Yes." His eyes flicked across the living room to watch to see if there was any interruption of the lemu and his wife making their way inside, but it seemd as if they were no longer making their direction over to the living room. His teeth poked as his fingers squeezed across yours even a shis eyes were detached in that fogged panic that made up his chaotic life that had permanently molded him. "That is true. You have-mentioned that." "What you've said,; about our life and our love together and what its done for each other and how there's this fragile, specfiic way we love one another that we accessed through finding one another. It's all true. And I feel like we need to try and take the next step to fully know what that means."

"Yes. I can see where that logic would come from." He gave a vague timid breath, eeys wincing as he watched you. There was a pause in his response, though the richness of his pain in his hesitencey was perfectly executed through the timing glint of apology and the uncerinity graility in his eyes. "Is it possible that there's a chance that if we go down the wrong route too many times that we won't be able to feel each other? In the way that feels so changing and incredible, I mean." His other hand not cupping your face reached out to the middle part of his back as your eyes turned down in something that was clearly littered with disappointment. "I know what you're saying, honey. And I feel the same way."

"I know you do. The hard part is where you allow yourself to believe that you can have something like that."

"I know. But-" His eyes winced in that pathetic fashion as his teeth poked. "I'm just saying that its a huge commitment. If its the wrong choice, and there's no going back. And there's already so much to consider anyway-" "We're on the same path. I know it when I hold you in the morning while we sit on the balcony while I rock you. I know that you've spent your entire life trying to avoid the average mundanity of one and of whatever everyone told you is something that only talentless or stupid boring people would do-"

Bojack's shoulders tensed. "That's not the reason why I would ever be against this."

"Whatever it is, I know that it's something that comes from somewhere that would rather destory you and make you sick, ruin your clairty of mind instead of believing that life can be that simple, and good, and gentle. Just as much as it is when my arms are cradling you in the morning against the balcony, when we shower, when you bathe together and you hold me."

"Yes. All of that is incredible. But the thought of tying to make such a big change, and at this age-sometimes you just have to accept the way things turned out for you to keep you from going crazy. If I spent all my time sitting on my hands and wondering what would have happened if I had me you earlier, then I never would have been strong enough to have ever made a life with you to begin with-or to handle the pain that would have come along with having to wait for it. There's too much going on with me now. Not just age wise. I've spent too long in my life..being who I am and having the way people interpret me to change anything or to want to. I've accepted that. Marriage or even this incredible thing we call emotional connection isn't going to save either of us from that." His eyes lowered as his face tensed while there was a gesture of his hand as he indicated to your body with a jaded point. "And I know you know that."

There was a dull consideration in your yes as your eased your cheek across his palm, eyes lowered downward as your skin rested across his palm. Your hand ghosted out of his palm, and Bojack's expression gave away to his uncertainty vulnerability as he watched you detach from his hand while you stepped back and over to the counter. "I have the drinks ready."

"Honey-" He stepped forward, hand reached out, stout fingertips cramping across his palm as he stepped forward to you. You turned your head up from where you had been focusing on the cups you pulled out from the cabinet, eyes turning up a syou gazed into the impossible lovable and lost compelcity of Bojack's eyes, endless and of all enticing of the same possibilities through his eyes, and he knew less than half of them would ever be truly known by you; an ache of something that was both part of the richness of the journey of the constant discovery of your love and the constant struggle for it.

He breathed in deep as his fingers came to rest across his wrists while you turned and looked over at him with your eyes that were still red from the amount of red and drinking that had occurred a few hours, of the messy sleep that had barley ben taken as Bojack's fleshy arms and the sweat of the intmiamcy of your bodies and the inteisnity that came with genuine profound focus on one another had taken the night. His hand feel back as his fingers rested on his wrists, vulenrbale eyes easing across your expression that reflected the same red richness of the lights that had only left a small hint of the white in the sky from where they had shot a seconf before.

I just don't want us to be in a cage." He gave a shrug, his hand eased out as he indicate dto you with uncerinity, and the gesture fell back onto his wrists only a second after. "That's all."

Your expression reamined unchanged as your turned your hands over to the cups, turning them over to the sink as you eased your hands under the sink water as you kicked it on.

"I love you more than love. It's an essence, a will to live, a survival.

"I know you do." His voice was vulenrbale, tender, agreeable in his profound humanity that came out in these emotional lathered moments. "I know what you mean when you say that everything else is just a cheap joke outside of what the both of us have. It's funny, at first, until the emptiness becomes unbearable. I get that. You take that from me every time. I'm not trying to take that away from ether of us."

You paused from pouring the water into the cup, and your eys turned up, bittersweet and reflective, your lips easing as they pressed against one another in your thought. You indicated your head over to the doorframe.

"I don't care what I'm not or what I am anymore. I only care about living what is true to me. I'm too old, tired, worn for anything else other than to live the most uathnetic verison of me."

"And you should." Bojack contuiend to step forward, fingers playing on his wrist as hs smile curved in an attempt of being the helpful lover. "I don't want to take you from that. The same way that I don't want to lie to you. It's impossible for me to be content in my life as it is-but our marriage is something that makes those distractions I had to keep myself from the emptiness of my life and little easier. But I do want to tell you how things are or the way they might be. Or not be." His nervous fingertips eased across his stomach as his shoulders turned inward. Your delicate, mournful eys that spoke of a kind of artistic pain that only came from the deepest profound meaning of the odd opposite of what would be expected from pain occuipeid your eyes as your head turned up from where you were leaning across the counter. 'You're a good woman, honey. And through that you're going to have an incredible meaningful life. Life rewards good people. Not that…certian people seem to be able to control how worthless they are or how their life is after. I guess that's where the complicated emotional pain park comes in. It's all connected, and I recognize that."

Your hands seemed like they were trying to keep themselves busy with the cups, turning it under the water an then placing it by the counter, washing and unwahsing the insides and the water pouring in and our from how you titled the cups from your palm.

'I've been doing this my entire life. Going in circles of why my life is the way it is and where my pain orgiantes from." Your eyes, unreadable, grazed across the cups in front of you, and you began to pour them under the water sink and place them besides the counter. "I was made to be your wife."

Bojack lifted up the side of his smile into that shy emotional vulnerability; the one muscle emotionally that had never been genuinely stretches for all of his experience and relationships.

"You were. For better or worse, I can agree on that."

Vulnerability, softness grazed in Bojack's voce, rich with emotion and guidance. His worn eyes turned down as he focused on the playing of his fingertips across his wrists, eyes turning down as ears flicked.

"Honey; you feel bad and good about yourself for a reason. And it is…possible for you to have a better life ahead. I know it is. And I know youc an feel incredible about it, and I can't wait to see you do that. But this whole kids thing-this..family concept. I can't stand here and confidently tell you that's going to go well."

"It took me a long time to believe in marriage."

"And you helped me through that beautifully. To make me think I could do it. Me." He arm gestured in front of him as your head turned up and gave him that sweet and imposisbly human gaze of themsot depthful ridden soul he ahd ever sen; he could have gotten lost in it, and with you and your life together did he prefer to for the first time, rather than to fall into cheap distractions to make up for the life inside of someone for the majority he had ever met throughout his life. "I would never try to invalidate how viable that is."

"And I did do it."

"Yes. You did."

The sigh that went through you seemed to physically tremble through your body as it gave a rest. He paused as he stepped forward further, vulnerable eyes easing over to the red burning of the space of the clouds. There was nothing there, only ominous streaks cut through that was left behind from the mark of memory.

The same heavy, melancholic bittersweetness that came from the privilege of his life over the years as he had aged that had always only seemed like a bittersweet pain with no component or understood reason, and yet there had been a richness of humanity and experience under it the entire time, throughout the pasing facade of work relationships and the few ones that felt genuinely truthfully human; the empty hours of his life tha had gone on as he had tried to push to the back of his head in a disassociated fog daily about the attemptt of ignoring the constraint screams that were in the back of his head that had come from a failed life.

And under all that the entire time had been the most beautiful, compact and layered emotional narrative, unseen but beautifully wrought from a distance later on in his life once he was distant from it and could see the under layer of beauty for what it was; the pale of your body as the swaying of your fragile position all came back to the idea that it had all led to the endless possibility of life only ended by his own cycinsm that had led to the uncomfortable joy of you ebing at the end of it, if only for how compact and rich it was at how it came into such perfect rhythm of his own experience of life.

"You know who you were dedicating yourself to, baby."

The words came out regretful and uncertain, humble and low rasped the way that Boajck's voice always had the incredible uniqueness of doing. There was a thread and dynamic to your love where there was the understanding that existence would always hurt for the both of you in whatever unpredictable reason that it came, and every day would end in that bittersweetness; but more than that had there been an introduction for the two of you of a permanent grounding of self serenity where for Bojak there had previously been nothing but emptiness so easily wrecked by the rest of the world.

His eyes snapped down as his fingertips continued to thread across his wrists in thought.

"About the baby. Last night, the past week in general, really. Those aren't lifestyles that I can promise will go away."

"Who ever sai anything about anything about you going away?"

Your eyes flicked up as your met Bojack's eyes. His teeth poked as he watched your expression ease up to him in a certain persistency of conviction.

"Anything about you will carry on to our children. The way you already are, Bojack-that will be our life with our daughters. It would be an extension f what we already are and have, not a robbing away from it." Your hands gripped across both of the glasses, as if to carry them outside. "If I ever took anything away from you I don't know how I would be. I don't think I would be."

"As I am?" His hand eased across the neck of his shirt, ears flicked back as he watched youstart to walk your way across te counter to the entrance. He stepped back, eyes following across yours in worried delicacy. "You think that would raise children that I could be profound of and that wouldn't just be a physical sign of everything I've ever been terrified of."

"The fact that you're responding that way proves the kind of man you are. How much I see the impossible enduring tenderness of you that isn't even evident or even attempted for in so many." You paused as you kept the glasses clumsily gripped in your palms, turning to Bojack with your eyes faded into exhaust as you turned to look at him, face lowered into that compact emotional richness that Bojack knew only from perception that he encouraged out of you. "I want you to come with me to the next step. To talk and think about it is only half of it. To live it-" Your shoulders rolled at your head turned to the couch. "Life only has as much meaning and excitement and richness as much as you allow it, sweetheart. Perception is up to anyone alive and the way its harbored can always be changed. It should be. We were meant to be free and spiritual and ever changing, more in than out, and I know I feel how impossibly soulful and intelligent you are just from making love and having the endurance to love an love one another every night. I want to extend that, and I know we already have. I know you can."

Bojack could feel the vague triggering of his heart as he heard your words. He stepped forward, hands playing as his eyes guided across the tension of your body.

"If you wanted to stretch it out tha much, you should have tried it with someone who isn't as fickle as much as the emotions you carry with you."

Your head turned up to meet Bojack's eyes, hardened and with a vague threat of an ease in them as he felt the compact intensity that came with genuine connection and life as your eyes met across his natural defense. You mouth opened, and Bojakc could already feel his own wretched defense that came from his inner muddy complicated narrative.

"It's not real. Emotions, perceptions, it all changes constantly. Whatever comes out of this, I would like to think I'll find you again. When you realize individuality is more of just a constructed concept of the present for the sake of trying to put everyone into comprehensive small boxes of simplistic understanding when everyone is constantly going on through one feeble phase and over to the next, even the biggest devastations don't feel like such a loss. That will be true for us, too, sweetheart."

"We went too far. We gave up too much. Nothing is ever going to be able to replace that."

"Maybe not. But we already know what we're in for; and sometimes even just the preparation of loss and suffering is a way to prepare for the inevitable. The acceptance of suffering is the only ones who are truly alive in life and are taking it as it is. It would do well for us to do the same. Some people, ones like Bojack, kids, people who drown themselves in the fasle ideas of purpose of meaning or of accomplishment in a life long changing world end up being the most miserable thinking that there's hope trying to run up against the ieviebale indifferent beast of the universe we're living in. I've seen it in it's entirely, and I have no desire to try to be one o those in denial fools tyring to think there's an alternative other than to take it for what it is and to become a element of it, rather than denial."

"A lot of good it's done by us. A lot of good it's doing for me to be able to stay with you."

"But I did get to see you, sweetheart. And Bojack and his wife; their time will come. For the time being its only refreshing to see people feel understood and soothed by another and in the same rhythm when the only thing that's on the other side for any of us is the complacent tolerance of people who will never be agreeable or tolerant to us outside of animalistic survival."

Bojack's eyebrows furrowed as his hands awkwardly cramped by his chest in an attempt to both protect you and to apologize to his own defense and any harm he could have been giving you at the same time. His eyes eased over to the open door, and his body was tense and timid to be prepared for when them came inside; but instead the voice contuiend to thread away.

"What are they doing?"

Bojack walked hastily over to the open doors, easing his hand itching out tot he door with that dolce grumpiness eased across his dry features as his face lowered into a frown. His plush hip leaned across the door as his eyes turned up to the large empty expaonse of his driveway; his eys turned up as he looked over to where the lemur and the woman were keping their hands grazed across Chad's body. Boajck could heart he light delicate footsteps of you following behind, the two of you having that same agreeable precious air of two naturally humble soft people unfit for the atmsopehre or the world as a whole, and he had the urge to turn his hand back and guide across your back. But his attention was instnanly throttled over to the sudden hue of a glint of red that was rested across the front of the grey clouds that sat across the sky and above the silver small limo complemented model of a car that the lemur and his wife had arrived in; there was a sot hue of red that sat across the clouded sky far above and into the grey clouds that teased in front of the car where his body was being swung lazly between their hands. Bojack felt his eys wince against as a sickliness overcame him as he snapped his head up to the sky where there was a vague look of red hue that cut through the red circle of fog across the car and down to where the party of the lemur and his wife were stood with Chad's body being lowly swayed between then.

"Hey!" Bojack called out the word instinctively, stepping forward barefoot this time without the comfort of the plush slippers he has hastily thrown on before as he began to stumble his way out the door. "Hey! Where are you going with that thing?"

The lemur flashed upward from where he was focused on his wife a second before. There was a flash of his eys as he met Bojack's chaos of an expression. His eyes turned down to Chad's body as he gradually eased him onto the ground, his eys following his wife's to have a checkpoint that she was following, who met his as she gradually eased Chad's head down to the ground.

"I thought your wife and yourself were going inside for the day."

"For the day?" Bojack raised up a brow as he crossed his arms. "No. We were not planning on settling down for an uevenetful day after everything that occurred last night, the fact that there's a dead man in our backyard, and the fact that there's countless liters upon possible pounds of people and tier waste last night. No. We were not planning on settling down." He turned his eyes up to where the red light was still settling across the expanse in front of the car. It was only a soft suggestion of the color, settling amongst the grye clouds as it churned though what seemd like a vague soft momentum that eased through the space of the clouds. His eyes winced in insult as he turned his head over to the couple. The wife seemed as if she was strung with a sudden parlxation, and her body physically treamored as she eased her body up, pressing her pale hand across her thighs as her expression darted between the both of you, though it was next to impossible to gain any genuine focus or depth in the unreadable look of her now entirely foggy possessed eyes. "Is this some afterhand hungover trick that you laced your own drugs with last night?" He turned his head over his shoulder, and his palm traced across your hadn in his instinct to follow you with comfort, despite the way his hands were sweaty with a film of his stress from the content of conversation shared a moment before.

"We were going about our own business. Far less pleasant than the two of you. I'd suggest you go inside, take your peace We would love to trade between our place and yours."

"Really?" Bojack raised a brow, his eyes darting to you as he me yours in his empty cynicism. 'You'd love to switch. Funny thing to say to a guy that we know is going to be headlines of everyone's problem coming out of this party for god knows how long in this town now. You know how they are."

"That's the least of our concerns. No matter what I faced in this city, I'd rather do it with my wife than alone."

"I'm sorry. Is she-going somewhere?"

"She needs to spend the time she has while she can experience it. The two of us can agree on that."

"Why don't you two get inside?" Bojacks eyes lifted up to the sky, ears flicked back while the fog of the murky red continued to thread across the clouded sky, passing through thr cut through of the blue expanse of it.

"That's alright."

The lemur leaned back to the body, easing under the cramped awakes twist of the man. His skin was becoming more pale, the blue viens of his bloodstream poking our from his skin and matching the sixkliness of his face. "We've told you as much as I have the comapcity to be able to tell you. Your wife and yourself can take it as you will. All the information will all come back and be the same as it was at the end of it."

Bojack took an uneven breath as his fingers gripped across your palm. His eyes eased acorss the the wife, who was still trembling in an unnatural candor of something that suggested a larger strugge. Her hands were trembling as she eased her palms under the legs of the man, resting her palms against the weight of his legs as she began to easier him up: she let out a swear of her lips when the trembling of her hands failed her and Chad's feet fell backward to the ground.

"Are you sure? Becusse your wife does not look like she's in a comapcity to go and deal with whatever the world hurls at you, especially today, dragging that guy's body around. Thar would already get you in trouble enough as it was but on a day like today, right after what happened last night.-" His eyes darted downward and he gave a small shrug as he looked between them. "I promise you that it is going to be determentally difficult and will almost be guaranteed to get worse when people start noticing you."

"We won't be going far with the body. All of our business today surpasses whatever trial ideas that yiure cornered with. You don't have to worry about the future of, at the very least, this man and his wife and their play in what they're had with you and yiur wife so far. Enjoy your small intimate indodvuality and humanity with one another. Heaven knows we did, and look what it did for us." His eyes turned over to his wife, who was trembling as her slender ands eased across her chest, looking at him delicalryy with her hands caressed across her palms while she gazed at him with the same amount of inhumanity from thr fog in her eyes, a melchpolic blue than was now rendered even more pathetic and apologetic from tjr guided exhaust in her expression.

"You're feeling th effects. I'm sorry, sweetheart. Whenever you go, my main concern is only that it doesn't affect you too deeply."

"It might destroy me. I feel it: what irs doing to me."

Her lip trembled right along with her words, and thd lemurs eyes dimmed as he dragged Chad's body a few paces across the driveway, evidently over to where hos car sat. Bojack's teeth poked as he watched the woman tremble with her body borderline hung over around her waist.

"At least allow me to pet your wife have something my wife made. For a little while." Bojacks eyes winced until there was nothing but a soft desperate squint eased into hid eyes as he stopped forward down thr steps, bearinf the soft steps of your own feet following behind. The sharp face of the wife turned her head up to Bojack, a glimmer of profound fear and loneliness within her eyes thar gave away someone who was full of a profound sense of beauty that seemed like it was being punished the more she fell into it. Bojack's own trembling concern eased into her eyes as he stepped hosbway down, stocky legs stumbling forward down the entrance way to his house and arms reached out on both sides to help stay his balance as he made his way down the driveway.

"We have to time it right. Our departure. Or, rather, my wife's departure." The memur contained to drag Chad's body down the street, his wide eyes illuminated agasibt the circle of the fog of red thst was eased and cut through the clouds as he contuienf to drag him over to his car. "Thnak you for you for the attempt at trying to assist us."

Bojack chuckled, vaguely patoizniing, but the playing of ho fingertips on his wrists gave away his timid attempt at help as he walked over to the woman. "I don't think yoy should try to pass down something like this with the way your wife is looking. She looks like she's only a few seconds from passing out."

"I'll be fine." The woman seemed to attempt to pull herself together despite her trembling distortion, easing her body up into an upright position as she gave him a curt nod."Judg trying to accept the way it feels."

Bojack rolled his eyes shapely. "Come on, lady. You're standing here and as pale as a ghost and looking like you're trying to fight some crack induced fit." He raisedout a hand to palxe on her back teneicavely, soft cocnemr on his face." You don't have to do that."

"I went a long way to get this way."

"What-sick and trembling and barely able to even hold your head up?" Bojack's eyes wandered across her body as she kept herself inward, arms pressed around trembling arms. Bojack's eyes guided across her body as he stepped forward closer and reached out a hand to press across her back. When she cringed at the feel of Bojack's attempt on the middle part of her back, Bojack managed a slight sigh as he turned his attention back over to your own slender body, just as frail in yiur fear in its own right as you stooped midway in walking over to him. "At least let my wife give you a drink. Something before you two take off." His eyes hardened as he turned his head over tp where the lemur was still dragging Chad's body over to the sudden of the car. "And you can keep the guys body here, thank you!"

"We knew this would happen eventually." The woman kept her eyes on Bojack as his ears flicked back while he stepped by her, hand leaving back to his instead of resting in the middle part of her back. She gave him a watery grin. "We came into this knowing what would happen. It was worth the sacfrice, all things considered."

Bojacks eyes edged downward. "Came into what?"

"Get the drinks, sweetheart." The lemurs voice called out, his eyes snapped up to the red fog as his expression focused on the hue of the fog with a graze of vauge panic in his eyes. Her eyes snapped over to her husband, vauge panic flickering in them as she snapped her head over her shoulder.

"For once, I agree with him." Bojack's hand eased agasitn his chest as he closed inward to himself while he watched the panic of the woman snap bakc over to Bojack. He gave a shrug wurh inr ryebroe raised in dry cycnism. "The first advice that makes sense for the longest time I can remember."

"Are you sure?" The woman's expression snapped over to the lemur. His eyes were darting from the hue of red fog and over to his wife, thr life in them dimmed into exhaust but a complacent acceptneacd as he turned his head over to her and gave her a small nod.

"You have time. After what I put you though to find you, I'm giving you that much before we go. It shouldn't have been you."

There was a tremble across the woman's place face. Bojack's face tensed into a father tension as he watched her. He stepped forward to her again until his hand eased across the middle part of her back. She turned her head down, body swaying as her air was made impossibly small while her head turned forward.

"Come on." Bojack's voice was civil and tender in that way that he had discovered the most profoudnyl through the truth of loving and being with yoy in those moments when the more hospital, charming and considerate human version of him came to full light as he reached out his hand, placing it again the middle part of the woman's back. "I'll admit that I don't know what you and your husband are talking about, but I do know the tricks your mind can play on you when you allow yourself to suffer and feel bad enough. Get inside and at least get yourself something to relax before you go back out to those assholes. They're not going to let up once yiu and yiur hsuband get out there. Whatever my wife and I offer you, it's thr last bit of level youre going to have before you get out there." He pasued as his eyes glided over the womans body. She eased fuether into her alteady huldedld dispotion, vur her eys foicked up to him in domehting thar siggwsted a want of ehat Bojaxk was offeirng. "And you know that."

Bojack's soft palm hesitantly pressed on the middle part of her back, vulnerable eyes easing across her expression as she kept her head downward, as unreadable as much as there was the clear extent that she wanted to be hidden.

"Go on." Her husband gave her a small nod of his head as he looked over and met her eyes. His eyes were turning to thr focus of the red hue of the red fog eased in the sky. "It won't be long now anyway. Yiu deserve this, at least, after everything."

Bojacks eyes dimmed as his hand reached across the middle part of the woman's back. She turned her head down, easing her expression upward to where yiu were staind in front of Bojack's open doors. You gave her your own weak smile, reaching your eyes despite the weakness of yiur own exhaust.

She breathed in as she tolled her shoulders. She managed to lift up her lips into a shallow smile hardly believed in as she turned her head to Bojack's concerned eyes.

"Your wife already made something?"

"She did." Bojacks eyes lowered as ears flicked back. He indicated his head to the door where you were starting to step back. "Makss us feel better after everth8ng thst happened last night to do something a little more-i don't know. Civil, I guess."

The smile seemed vaguely more confident as it reached the woman's eyes.

"You two might be the only ones who has ever made suffering seem like something that could be dressed up well."

Bojack eyes flicked in bewilderment. "OK. I guess ill take that."

"Dressing up suffering as something worthwhile and something to find rich experiences in is the most worthwhile thing a person can ever do. The biggest strength." Her eyes flicked across Bojack, and as much as there could be in thr incessant bleak blue fog in her eyes there was a sense of admiration to her air as her fogged eyes turned across Bojack's body. "It'll do well for the both of you long term. More than-" She eased her hand across her arm as she turned her head downward, them flicked her head up to where you were standing. "I'll take the drink, please."

"Really." Bojacks ears flicked up, a vauge soft smile easing across his snout. "Great."

His hand kept on her back as he began to lead her uncertain body to where you were standing. Bojack turned his head over his shoulder as he watched the lemur continue to ease the body back through the asphalt, dragging him beyond the car.

"Hey-I meant it about the body. We want to take care of it. Its better that I involve myself in something like that."

"I already have his use." The lemur winced as he comyuiend fryahing the body, clearly struggling with it and yet proceeding. "The body won't be your problem, I promise."

"What does that mean? You do realize how much trouble its going to be if thr rumors and his body being here or any genuine sigh of it outside of rumors is going to cause a world of misfortunes I can't even think of right now with thr amount of issues it will cause, right?"

"Listen to him." The concern of Bojack's eyes flicked over to the wife, voice low and empty as she kept her head downward. "He knows the most out of any of us what's occurring. Even myself."

Bojack's eyes flicked over yo where you stood, swaying and with your own restlessness as you watched the both of then with an attempt of a raise of your lips fhst met yiur eyes.

"It'll only be a minute. Couple of dunks of liquod and you'll relax."

"Why does it matter to you?" The woman turned as she met Bojack's eyes. His expression snapped away from her as a guilt of ubceritnsnity eased across his expression. His eyes met up yo hers again, mouth opened as his eyes winced timidly.

"Um-well."

"Becusse if it's some defense of whatever trouble that I know you're smart enough to see coming on in the future, I want you to know that I have nothing to do with it."

"Really. Nothing to do with it. Is that ths reason why you showed up with your husband ast night and started spewing out every eccentric belief you could come up with to my wife and i?"

"We're on thr same field. I didn't say any of those things to either you or your wife with the idea that it would change anything."

"Then why?"

Hid voice was as low, urgent, bewildered as much as the low toned voice of the woman was. She kept her sharp features and head titled downward, fingertips gripping again the side of her clothes as she allowed Bojack's palm to ghost across the middle part of her back while they closed the few feet between themselves and where your fragile body and worried eyes were standing by the door.

"It just felt like something I should do. Animalistic instinct."

Bpjack eased a brow. "And does this 'instinct' have anything to do with the idea thatvyou and your husband think that you're evidently going on some denture soon?"

The woman's skin trembled even just at the suggestion. Bojacks eyes were wide as his ears flicked up straight, giving a gentle breath as he saw her trip turned her head to Bojack's concerned expression as her inhuman eyes, like a fog of humanity trying to see through bleak blue fog, eased over rto him, vauge humanity in her expression as much as it could execute.

"So many people were invited to the party last night. Not just Mt husband and i."

Bojack's eyes flicked up. "Yes, well, that is true. But-"

"If the only thing that youre so concerned about is your earthly reputation, why wouldn't you care about my husband and I? All those people, its guaranteed that it's going to spread like wildef8fe anyway. Whatever news people twist."

Bojack's eyes wicned, ears flicked back. "Isn't it just logic? You heard and saw everything that happened last night. Yiur hsuband and yourself are another pair of mouths that can turn any story they want on Hollywood today and start God knows whatever nightmare for my wife. I can take that. I just started to feel like-maybe, that I could do it."

"Do what?"

"Everything." His eyes lowered as his ears eased down. "If this marriage falls apart the way I was so convinced it would, I know I'm not going to be able to survive it. I'm trying...so hard not to make mistakes. And I know last night was one of countless. I'm trying to accept the pain that will come if I if spind out, but I've never felt this kind of belief with anyone. And the strangest thing is that it feels like an odd weapon, in a way. It's the most terrifying thing I've ever had."

"Why?"

Bojacks eyes eased down to the stairs. His eyes followed you as he watched you make your way into the living room, rushing kver yoy eh counter to get the drinks.

"I wish I could explain it. It's this fear, I font know, i-mt wife could explain it better."

"Because now you vaule life. Now you want to be here, you have something to lose and grieve knoqinf something will inevitably take it away form you."

She walked across the low grey steps, Bojack's bleak eyes following her own as she made her way up to thr door.

"The emptiness of life can be the door to the deepest richness in yourself, but you gave go be patient with the pain."

,"Why do you and your husband keep saying things line that?"

The woman's eyes, as much as Bojack could make them out, snapped into thr living room as she sshoudlered her way into the open cracked door. She began to graduated away from Bojack's palms, and his ears flicked as he began to follow her inside. She made her way, gracefully but hollowingly, over to where yout troubled and pathetically modest humanity in a reflection of Bojack's own was shakily pressing across th cups, yiuur trembling lips as the tension on yiur forehead and the pain in your eyes giving away how you were picking up on thr energy around you into a swearing numb, whether admitted or not.

"What are you fixing today?"

The woman's voice boomed across the kitchen as she walked her way forward with a ghost of her former grace and smooth dispotion of how she carried herself while she walked her way with a slight smoother grace over to where you leaned across the counter. You were trying to catch your panic, and Bojack read you tragically easily as he made his way inside, turning his head over to the cracked door as he pressed his had against the metal, shutting with a click as he walked his way inside, worried eyes easing over to where the woman was sat across the counter from where yiu stood. His two fingertips tapped agasint one another as his eyes looked over to where you eased across the counter, pouring over the last of thr liquod form the bottle into the cup.

"Don't worry. It's not alcohol. Just a substance my husband knows from drinking experience of a sober drink thst helps you feel less hungover."

"Expert, is he?" The woman's shoulders readjusted. For all her clear fear snd the way her body was occasionally shaking, ther was a newfound confidence to her: or rather, as it seemed to Bojack, something snout her that was desperately trying to underhand the woman she was last night snd wanted to be thst was gradually being swallowed open with the dread thst was gradually growing around her. "That must be useful with this lifestyle."

"No. it's not a-lifestyle." Bojack's voice interhected as he contuiend to tap his fingertips agssint one another in his mebrusness, walking his way over as his eyes searched over the scene while the delciact of your red edged and exhausted eyes turned over to him. "Just something that I wanted to try while we get all..settled into this idea of-marriage."

He sat himself by thr counter, placing his arm by the surface as he looked over at the woman. She only let out an ease of a laugh, more of a disgruntled attempt as she reached out he hand for thr glass yiu were keeping in yiur palm. Your eyes turned up, flickering down to the cup as you handed it over to her. Her hands shook enough that the glass trembled under her palms while she attempted to raise it to her lips, enough that Bojack subconiosuly lifted up his hand to try and balance it for her as he watched her with his teeth poked out.

"You know the only thing that makes suffering is the idea that you should have something in order to not. It takes an incredible amount of wisdom, but once you get to the point where you don't need anything or expect it, the loss isn't so bad."

Bojack's dry eyes watched her as her shaking hand eased around the glass-as much as the trembling palm of her hand would allow. Bojack reached out a hand to try and assist her, but his palm fell back down again as he took in her shakiness while she shrugged her shoulders away from his attempt, trembling glass easing across her grasp as she held the glass up and raised it to her lips.

"The loss isn't so bad?" His eyes eased across her movements as she shuddered, her head turning back downward as the sound of the glass of the cup clanged on the counter again with a unpleasant clatter against it. "I wouldn't be able to tell from the way your acting about that philosophy."

"Well, we never quite got there." She laughed, turning her head down as her fingertips patterned across the glass, her eyes seeming as inhuman as much as they were unpleasantly detached from any confidence she clearly wanted to execute as her eyes reflected across the glass. "If I had, my husband and I never would have gotten to this extent."

"What extent is that?" Your body was swaying, clearly with some uncomfortability from your own end that was proceeding further to the way your body was swaying. Your arms were crossed. Bojack's worn and tired eyes eased up to your body, ears lowered as the exhaust of his expression met across the rhythm of your body against the delicacy of your robes.

The woman laughed again, the delicate sound reflective across the glass as her hand shook. Her body eased forward as she shoulders shuddered.

"This is good." She lifted up the drink, indicating it over to your eyes that were still red edged and weak across the whites of them. "Thank you."

She raised up the glass again to her lips and took another long sip of it. Her head titled back, the rest of the liquid pouring and dribbling down her mouth as the silk of it eased down her throat. Bojack's hands raised up in his own timid caution as he watched, his eyes turning back over to your expression while his bottom eyes winced. She placed the glass back onto the counter again; or at least did the attempt of it.

The glass ended up shattering with a vague crack from the awkwardness of her trying to place it onto the counter as she heavily placed it onto the counter. Bojack jumped back and his uncertain eyes darted over to you. You eased forward and placed your hand across her wrists, gripping away with an intensity for a moment until the woman snapped her wrist away with a sudden breath, her pale slender hand easing across her palm as she watched you take hold of the cracked glass. Your own hands were trembling but they seemed to be more from nerves than they were of anything of a physical force like the way they were for the woman; her body was trembling to such an extent that there seemd to be a physical force under her.

"I'm sorry." She swallowed, her head turning forward as her fingertips gripped across the counter. She took a moment, eyelids fluttering, words swallowing as she tried to readjust herself across the counter, though the slender of her tender body spasmed. "Even endurance is a talent: a lot aren't able to hold onto persistence or hope in a world full of people with their executed flaws and abriave misery thar leaks from one person to another. A lot of people's maliciousness is mere projected misery that affects someone's peace, and the thread contuiens onto soem9nr else. Very few people are miserable and terrible for the sake of ti unless there's a deeply embedded pain or problem of something that shouldn't be. It goes against out own nature." She turned her head over to Bojack, who was still kept cramped in his disposition as he watched her with his hands cramped awkwardly in front of his chest, his head swaying back as she turned over to him and reached out a hand to place on his palm; but Bojack's eyes flicked down as his fingertips curled further onto his chest, his body leaned back as his shoulders curved inward. Her hand was taken back across her chest as she eased it against her skin when she saw him curling inward.

"We're doing the best we can." Bojack's face smoothed softly as he saw he turning back on herself, his eyes dim as his expression crossed over her body. "At least you and your husband have a way of trying to collect yourself in these minute little moments before it gets worse." His eyes turned over to you. "We'll be here to make sure things can, I don't know, stay the same no matter what happens. At least we're trying to." His fingertips placed on his hands as his eyes turned over to you, as if in a guide of question. You gave your own small nod of confirmation as you eased your elbow across the counter.

The woman laughed, her face turned downward in the middle of what semed like an untimely and cynical reaction. "No matter how hard you try, there's no experience or human held attempt of purpose, permanent way of being or richness that can overcome the constant indifferent passage of time and how everything ends in indifferent apathy at the end of it all."

There was a pause from both of your ends. Your head turned down as your focus nervously focused on your fingertips. Bojack took a small sigh that was only meant to be heard by himself as he rolled his eyes up.

"Well-whatever you believe, my wife and I are trying this thing called enjoying and living in the moment. At least, she's trying to get me to feel like something like that is ever possible." His eyes didn't leave off of your own, though your eyes turned down to your hands as your fingertips played across your skin. Bojack's teeth poked out again as his tender eyes crossed over the woman; a vague uncertainty passed access him before he spoke.

"I think you should go."

Your head snapped up from focusing on your hands. "Bojack."

"What? She wants that. Clearly. You've had your drink, you've said everything you wanted to along with your husband, and frankly the message has been made fully clear." His hands snapped in front of his chest as he gave a wave, nervous chuckle leaving his lips and entering the equally clumsy look of his eyes as his expression darted between the two fo you. "I think we can all agree that everything that's been said is probably the best it's going to get. No need to keep dragging this out more than your husband already is with that body out there. I do still want to talk to him about what he plans on doing with that that."

"The body." The woman's eyes fluttered closed even at the mention and there seemed to be a sudden abrasive pain that overcame her face as her eyes fluttered closed, hips rocking across the chair as she gave a shaken break from her lips. A passage of pain seemed to flash across her features as her head titled downward.

"Uhm-" Bojack's hands were raised across his chest, clearly with the abrupt apology and timid uncertainty in his air as his eyes eased across her body. He reached his hands forward, timidly, as her fingertips hesitated to guide across her shoulders. His ears flicked back fully as he reached out his hands to press on her shoulder, in which they abruptly snapped back again when he saw her raise her head over to him.

"The world will try to hurt both of you. It already did for us. We thought we were the exception. At the very least I thought we would be able to carve out our own meaning or momentum through the pain, the suffocation of the resistance of it."

"I'll lead you out." Bojack attempted to reach out his hand to press on her shoulder again, hand cramped and eased forward to her shoulder and this time resting on her skin with a light touch. "You can take the drink with you or not. Either or. We brought you in here to clear your head and we did that."

She began to raise herself up, hands cramped across the edge of the counter as she shook her head and got herself up, laughing with a shakiness as she did so.

"No matter what else happens, remember this. Most people aren't even impressive or ambitious enough to be malicious in any genuine damaging way, just mean spirited soulless cowards who will grate down your zest for life over time into a grittiness, but will never truly destroy you because they don't even have that kind of power or belief on their own evil to do any genuine damage because they're just malicious cowards."

"Yeah, ok." Bojakc raised himself off of the counter, palm easing against the middle part of her back as he began to help her stumble her way out and over to where the gray large doors were will lazily open forward with a crack. His exhausted eyes turned over to you as he gave you a soft guidance of a warning, following the woman as he kept his hand by the middle part of her back while she began to stumble her way out, her arms led out from either side as she tried to keep her balance while making her way to the front of the door. She paused as she turned, messily, over to ti, eaisng out her hand and grazing across the door as she stumbled over her feet and pinpointed the messines of her air, almost drunken over to him with her mouth skewed, but the energy in her eyes were genuine.

"Every time I've ever spent any amount of time in any given space, its always gotten to the point where, eventually, everyone's flaws would come our any aby comfort there would be destroyed. Not my husband." She lazily indicated her hand to you of where you stood behind the counter, yourself stepping back as your hands grasped across your elbows. Her body seemed impossibly sick, trembled, treamored as she barley managed the action. "I'm sure you feel the same for you wife."

"That is my business that I'm not sure is the concern of you. But thank you for the statement. I'll carry it with me on a day full of less ridiculousness when I can think clearly again." He stepped forward, palm easing across her back as he indicated to the open door. "C'mon. I'm sure whatever your husband has decided, the guy isn't crazy about having to figure it out on his own."

The woman stepped forward, letting out a laugh that seemed nervous, but at least with the vague attempt at following Bojack's guidance over to the door frame. Bojack gave her a smile that was meant to be one that was at last vaguely soothing even in his nervousness as his lips raised forward and met into the nervous gentle attempt of his eyes. His head turned over his shoulder as he looked over at you with a distant question. You gave him a nod; there had been at least a little bit of alcohol that had been placed inside of her drink to get her subdued enough that Bojack could successfully carry the body of Chad back to their own house when it came down to it.

"Thank you for-" The woman stepped forward, wobbling in front of her feet as her eyes widened for a brief moment, eyes flickering into a vague attempt at resurface as her balance trembled for a moment while she kept her keep on the ground over to the greeting door. Bojack's eyes widened and then extended his palm out to her to grip onto her hands to give her balance. She laughed as she turned her head up, shakily and with the doubt that followed her extended towards every inch of her disposition. "Your wife is lovely."

"Thank you." Somber and civil, the tone met Bojack's eyes as it eased into him with a gentle guide of patience that came along with his own attempt at trying to find control as he continued to guide her to the front door. "I'll be sure to keep tha in mind. Your husband and yourself and what you said about us and how we felt to you was a good reminder of that. Thank you for it."

Bojack's voice was full of that low toned and deeply regretful cracked tone of voice as he spoke, the exhaustion executing from his tone and easing into his tired stoic eyes. There was an authentic and genuine intention to his words as he spoke, and a genuine kindness to his words, despite the wear of his face and the tone of his voice giving away just how much he felt exhausted from how things were being stretched out for him in the tension of the atmosphere.

Her pale hand squeezed firmly onto Bojack's arm, enough that the veins that were in her hand were poking out from the amount of how much she gripped onto Bojack's stockier and plushier arms. His bottom eyelids winced as he watched her and saw the way her hand gripped across his arm, gviing another nervous and sky laugh from her lip while she tripped forward towards the door.

"Whoa-ok. Easy." Bojack was being tender, hospititial, though the caution in his eyes and the way he snapped out his hand to ease around your body to keep her from tripping further forward was awkward as Bojack's teeth clenched together and his eyes vulnerable and nervous. His teeth were poked out as his worried eyes turned over to where the large gray doors to the entrance of his house were still cracked open, letting in what was now the blue sky of Los Angeles with the sun rising firmly upward and leading into the current day.

"Do you think you can make it on your own?" He gave an uncertain breath as his hands kept surrounded around her awkward clumsy step towards the door. His ears flicked as his fingers eased across his palms while he watched her in question against his timid eyes. She stepped forward, her feet awkward and side stepping as she tried to subconsciously keep her balance, though her hand ended up reaching out with a snap of her hand over to where she had been weakly keeping her palm onto Bojack's arm a second before. Bojack only stepped back, fingers eased into his palms as he watched her with delicate uncertainty. She laughed again, airly, her body and her expression the same seem flitted and wavered.

"I just need to get out to my husband. It's not supposed to happen like this-any of it."

"The part where you pass out on our porch. I would agree with that down to the core." His hands pressed by his chest as his eyes darted across her body, ears lowered back firmly as he stepped back. His eyes winced again timidly as he watched her. "Is this some game to you? My wife didn't give that much-"

He cut off as he snapped his eyes over to you, uncertain eyes asking the question if he should have revealed that about the drink. You only gave a shrug of your slender shoulders, and the emotion reached your eyes in your own exhausted hungover uncertainty.

"Again, can you walk to the car?" Bojack's eyes turned over to the woman, his palms resting against his hands while his palms threaded across his palms, ears flicked back and muscles on his face tense. The woman turned her head downward, giving another grotesque swallow of her throat that sounded far from comfortable.

"He's out there, isn't he? My husband?" "That guy?" His hand pressed on his hip as he turned to the open doors. Bojack's head snapped over to the door. "I mean, I hear him taking the weight of that body that he's not supposed to be dragging at this point, so, yes."

The woman's face contorted downward, her hands gripping uselessly towards the front of the air as her eyes fluted down. Her torso was now bent more than it was sat upright as she continued to step her way towards the open doors. Bojack raised out his hands from where they were eased across his palms as he stepped forward in an natural desire to help her as he saw the way her body unnaturally contorted forward, her arms and body trembled to a profound extent of pain as her body shook impulsively.

"Are you ok?" Bojack's head titled to the side, his eyes easing across her body frantically as his hands cramped across his palm while he stepped forwards to her. "I can try to call your husband if there's any chance I can get him out of his self assigned ta-"

The woman let out a vague sharp scream, her body contorting forward as there was a strike of her arms while the trembling ease of her legs began to step forward with a sudden lunge of her feet. Her lips contorted into a twist, her eyes becoming sharp and a heaviness to the way her air suddenly seem to fracture as a heaviness that could only come from the core of grief and inherent deeply embedded pain and shame began to ease across the living room. Bojack's worn and shocked eyes widened further as they bulged out from his worn expression, his hands flying to his hears as he closed his eyes and lowered his snout downward, hands grazing heavily across his ears as he gave several word muttered under his breath while his body began to close in on itself in his panic.

"Ok, ok, ok. I think we've all gotten the right idea of what we've done here for one another, right? We both answered each other's questions, cleared up the fog a little bit." He managed to squint open his eyes to a vague wince as he felt his eyes open up from where he had kept them closed from the thick extent oft he sudden sickly heavy air of the woman's disposition. The woman was now curlding in on herself entirely as her torso began to ease itself forward onto the ground, one slender arm easing across her stomach as she began to tremble forward with an arm across her body, stepping forward until her body was fully rocked across the pale floor of the ground. Bojack's eyes snapped up to where he saw you were stepping back with your body curling in on itself, arms pressed across your chest as you kept your eyes on Bojack. Along with the sudden feeling of a incredibly thick and tangible feeling of anxiety and the heavy psychological regret of pain was the air around the living room and well into the kitchen starting to dark as the hue began to lower into a large dim tone of the air that surrounded the space.

"Hey." Bojack turned his head over to where the woman was curling across her body. She was rocking now, knees slammed onto the floor and her palms grazing across her head as she began to rock across the front of the floor. Bojack gave a clumsy, whimpered breath as he kneeled down in front of her, stomach flowing out into his lap and ears lowered as his eyes delcialty eased across the troubling rocking of her body, hands kept gripped firmly behind her head as she continued to rock.

"Hey. You're ok. You need to get up."

Bojakc felt an increased fear overocming him as the uncerinity increased. The woman wasn't as half as visible through the dim of air that was thickening in a unseen but felt heaviness of something akin to shame a sense of devoid self worth as it settle and surrounded through the black hue of the air. Bojack's eyes turned back up to yours to meet across your eyes across the living room as his expression met onto yours. Your body was curled in, just helpless enough that the muscles on Bojack's face tensed as he looked over at the woman, still rocking across her body while her hands kept gripped onto the back of her head. Bojack's eyes turned up to your body as he got himself upward with a heavy lift of his older body, his hands cramped tenderly in front of him, cramped and lost as he walked his way and rushed over to where you were standing behind the counter, worry glinted in your eyes as your lips pressed together firmly while looking over to where the woman was rocked.

"I don't know what's wrong with her. It's like she hit a goddamn rock." Bojack was out of breath in his own panic, voice coming out rasped and trembled as his uncertain and exhausted eyes snapped over to you, ears lowered as the puffy wet of them eased across your body. He took a moment as his eyes flicked across your body, your hands pressed across your arms and your body seeming fully disclosed in on itself as your worry was fully present across your face and across the room. Bojack managed to break through his panic as he reached out his palms and eased it across your hands, the left one he took easing across your hands as it pressed across his palms while he gave it a squeeze. "Are you ok?"

"Her meaning."

Bojack gave another interrupted and coughed rasped breath, eyes wincing as he kept his palms squeezed across yours. His bleak and black tender soulful eyes glided across yours in a soft tinted question.

"What?"

Your eyes fluttered into a vague quick thought, as if shifting through the amount of information that you were either being given or that you were considering as you flipped through every possibility.

"Her meaning. What her husband and her fought for."

"Yes. They're loons. Completely, deranged nutbags who decided to make it our problem this morning."

He gave another heavy rasp of a breath as he eased out another hand to press on yours as you began to turn to him; he didn't waste a beat as he reached out another hand and pressed it across your palm, that tender and out of breath humble partnership of a gentle and worthwhile, timid and pathetic man coming to the forefront as he kept his palms gripped across your cold palms. "What are you saying, sweetheart?"

Your eyes turned up to meet Bojack's; he had never been able to quite comprehend how much you had that certain depth of human complexity and worry in your eyes, the most beautiful patience while at the same time holding something of a deep and incessant pain.

"She thought what she cheated the universe of and fought for would be something that would save her and her husband. Their bond. That it would have this astounding, incredible and worthwhile reward to it, because everything they are is so special that of course they would be reward for it."

"Wait." Bojack's head titled back, eyes wincing as his ears lowered while his hands kept firmly gripped across your palms. "You're not saying you-agree with everything that they said or agree with it, are you?"

He chuckled, though that humble modest humanity in his general air and the sheer unimpressible clumsiness of it of how he gave himself away as he chuckled superficially, dismissively. "I know we had a lot to drink and take last night, but taking everything they said and taking it as some word." He shook his head as his boyish eyes glinted up to the ceiling as he shook his head. "We don't need these four walls seeing any more crazy, believe me."

"She's being torn apart. She cheated something and now she's being torn apart. Their meaning, their love, what they destroyed for the sake of having something for themselves for a little while; none of it enough to justify what they did. It's beyond finite in comparison to the world and what surrounds and makes up the universe."

There was a profound authenticity in your eyes and your tone of voice. It was enough that Bojack titled his head back as the bottom of his eyes winced, turning his head down as he eased his head backward while he kept his hand focused on the feeling of yours, and if only to break out the deepened feeling of being forced into the black dim that was surrounding the air, despite that by now the outside sky should have been pure blue, as much as it could be with the pollution that made up the sky, and the house meant to be in its prime of executing the reflection of the life of the day into the house.

Bojack's bottom eye winced in his messy frantic fashion as his eyes flicked across yours.

"How do you know that?"

You didn't respond, and rather than further clarity the lostness in your eyes increased as your expression flicked downward in what seemed like lost emotive thought. Bojack's hands gripped further on yours as he kept his hands eased across your palms. The intensity of it was enough for you to turn your head back up to Bojack as the bewilderment of your expression met up against Bojack's eyes, his snout titled forward as his eyes met against yours.

"Honey, how did you think of that?"

Your eyelids flutter frantically in thought, and your eyebrows lowered down as the tension on your features trembled as you eased your eyes downward. Bojack's worried eyes trembled across yours as his hands kept gripped onto your palm while he tried to keep the intensity of his eyes focused on you or at least lead to it.

"I don't-she told me."

"She told you?" Bojack's eyebrows lifted upward as his eyes darted down briskly in thought. His eyes winced in challenged question as he turned his expression back up to you. "Was that one of her imaginary conversations this morning or one she managed to make you feel you had?" The muscles on your face tensed further as your eyes closed.

"Honey, this isn't a time for any dou-"

The woman gave a screeching scream, so deep and hollowed within a clear pain that it was enough to make Bojack abruptly straightened upward as his eyes widened, giving an abrupt and quick nervous breath as his eyes snapped over to the woman. She was getting herself up, or at least trying to, as her arms kept firmly gripped across her arms. Her head was titled forward into an increased sickly trembling as her shoulders were sickly turned forward while her body was easing into an increased resistence.

"Jesus. I'll put up with the party and the frantic random ass pulled philosophy sayings, but allowing her to have her own personal drama raid right when we're both about to start the day of our lives after what happened last night-and I don't mena that in the positive way." Bojack's stout fingertips eased across the top of your palm, until with a vague squeeze of his fingertips across your hands did he release you as he began to walk his way over to the woman.

"Sweetheart." You stepped forward until you were at the end of the counter, your hands pressed firmly across your palm as they met on your chest. "We shouldn't. We've done enough."

"Done enough of putting up with a lot of bullshit from strangers when that line has already been cut off a long time ago, maybe, honey." He pointed a finger at you as he made his way over to where the woman was rocking. "If you think being done with these crackheads is bad then just hold on your hands and wait. You'll thank me when we're going through town later and god knows whatever we see that people dreamed up with overnight."

'What she said last night. The way she's being. She's not making it up, sweetheart, she's telling everything that she knows. She means it entirely."

"Hey. I heard everything. I was there, too." Hr placed a hand on his hip as he made his way over to where the woman was mumbling under her breath, her body rocked forward as her hands trembled across where her hair had sat with contentment on her head a moment before. Bojack snapped a finger at you while he made his way over to tower over her body. "My concern is getting Chad's body to a place under our control so that you don't spend the first year being married to me under jail time." His eyes turned up to the ceiling in exasperation as he gave a shake of his head. A hand reached up as it was placed across his snout. "Christ, that would be a way to start with any belief I could have had."

"Careful." "Honey, it's fine. She's harmless. She can't even get a sentence out. One little lift and a word and she'll come back to reality just enough to get to her husbands car." A cockiness laced across his expression as he raised a brow at you with a overly self assured air while he pointed at himself; part of the same parts that had led yout o fall in love with the layered complexity of his character, but at the time being, something far from endowed. "I'll get her over to her husband. Look like someone who did something to make this incident easier on them, she goes to him and he takes her hand and places her in the car. I get the body, we take him to the police, say everything we need to in order to get them to clear our names, we come back and then deal with the trashy gossip if we want to." He waved his hand in front of him in indignation. "I am not going back to jail."

"Sweethe-"

"I'm not letting you go to jail, you understand?" An edge to his voice, and his ears flicked back into a intense insistence as his eyes glimmered up to yours in his own desperate attempt for you to agree. A defeat of mourning entered your expression, but Bojack took that as the sign it needed to be for him; the sign for him to kep going forward as he gripped onto the meaning you gave him with your air. "I'm not starting something like this. Not after everything you went through to even halfway get here to begin with."

'What I asked from you wasn't something that needs to be amended or made up for. I don't care about that."

"Oh, yeah?" He turned as he began to finish the last paces over to the woman. "It happens that I do care about how difficult this afternoon is for the two of us. How it'll keep getting worse." An edge to his voice as he made his way over to where the woman was still trembling and curling in on herself, her words threading out into the dim air into an incomprehensible mumbling from her lip as her hands continued to stretched and grip across her hair. He lifted a finger to his lip as he pretend to get lost in thought.

"What was that you used to say-the most profound and lasting things came from something that captured complex humanity, and not something that tried to just take one over simplified way of things? Instead of the 'bleak Hollywood bullshit'? Is that it?"

"What does that have to do with how we handle this?" "I'm trying something new, honey." There was a softness to Bojack's voice that was insistence just enough that it spoke of a genuine thread of his own insistence while he stepped his way to the woman to the point where he was towering over her. "I'm trying to approach this in a way that can be flexible and make better sense. If we allow these two people who clearly had something cut out of their brains last night, then I don't think anyone is getting anything out of his party-neither this one or the night before. You're welcome."

He stout and plump body turned over to where the woman was still trembling, her hands shaking and tensed across her hair as she rocked while her head was turned forward.

"Success is just a person's way of trying to find a new access to love. People who can't are left devastated that they'll have less access to be seen, known, cared about and heard, which is all fame culture is is the want to have more of those things." His eyes lowered down in dim thought. "I remember you told me that one night. I never forgot it. This-" He kicked his foot insistently against the woman's wrist, who didn't respond to the touch nether negative or positive, but only continued to keep her head lost in her arms. "-Is me trying to get that. For all of us. For the husband, the wife. You." His hands indicated towards you, ears splayed back in exhaust. "After everything that happened last night, I could lose everything. And by the concept of every I mean what you fought to make me believe I could have. I don't want to lose that just because I decided to have one impulsive night that I knew would fracture whatever peace you managed to be able to build up for a little bit. That richness inside you, the specific way you carry yourself-I can't take that to those sharks out there. I won't survive it. The same way that you're always saying you won't survive it if you lose what you interpret the way that I made you feel when you first met me."

"You." You stepped forward, enough to the point where the light from the outside, still as natural as it always was despite the dim of the dark inside of the living room, illuminated across your face as you face reflected against he guide of the light. Bojack gave a laugh, almost as an afterthought as he turned his head over his shoulder to meet your eyes.

"What?"

"You did it, too. Everything we did was because we built it together. And it will be the sam regardless of whatever happens after last night and today. I'm alive and I'm the person you love and recognize, that I love and recognize, in all of it messiness" You shrugged as your eyes indicated over to the woman. Her sounds were becoming more akin to torturous moans now, pitiable along with the maddening tremble of her body. "Maybe we need to let some things fall apart and let go, no matter how crazy or painful it feels, in order to let go of some of the cheap tension that was executed in our life. Maybe we need something to fall into lost devastation in order to regrow and find ourselves again."

Bojack's face was tense, compelling in his tension a sit met the heaviness of his eyes that held more consideration and depth that any given person you had evr crossed.

"Why? For what?"

Your head titled up a few inches further, chin provoking out as your eyes met on his.

"For our children. For our daughters. To make sense of the pain, to use it as a tool rather than something to be loathed or hated."

There was a slight vague extent of shock in Bojack's eyes, but it only lasted for a minute as his eyes lowered back down to the woman and her rocking.

"Right. The metaphorical possibility of things that haven't even been talked through yet."

He paused, and there was a vague and genuine exhaust that left his lips as he spoke the statement. After a moment of thought, he leaned forward and kicked his foot against her arm, other hand pressed on his hip as he guided his foot across her arm.

"Hey. We need you to leave. Now."

There was more fear in Bojack's expression than he would have led on as he made his way over to the woman and where her body was trembling, his eyes easing across her body as she continued to rock with those same hollows of stretched hollowing easing across her lips as it hung into the dim dark air.

The woman only reached out her hands, then had them shake as she brought her palms back onto her hair that she gripped in fistfuls against her grip again, body sick and trembling all the while as she rocked herself across the floor. Bojack kept both hands curled across his waist as his eyes turned down across her rocking body.

"We have about twenty minutes until my wife and I try to go out there and brave whatever it is that manifested overnight by ourselves. You might want to think about doing yoga squants somewhere other than someone elses' house where it's been made very clear that your welcome is overstayed." His eyes winced, giving away that deep wrecked shyness that no amount of label of success would have taken away from his natural core; similair to the way that no amount of lack of success would have taken away someone's core of their energy outside of perception at the end of the day. "

The woman only continued to rock. The full extent of Bojack's vulenrbaility and helplessness eased onto his expression as he turned his head up, a clear silent prayer eased up to the dim stagnant air that held a lifetime of his pain and teh exhaustion on his worn face that gave him an especially tender guide of preciousness against his features. There was, nothing more remarkable than the simple act of being human. But there was also nothing more bitter, more tirelessly unpredictable. In Bojack's case, it seemed as if there was a tension that was almost always trembling; threatening to snap at any given moment due to the aggravation of his existence; but most especially how hard he could be on himself. The irredeemable losses he had suffered throughout the past few years of his life, even the idea of his own children being the main element, had only driven him closer to the edge than he already was.

"Ok." He raised up his hand in exasperation, kneeling down beside the woman again, catching his thighs with one hand that he leaned his weight on as he eased himself in front of the woman. "I guess we'll do this the awkward and embarrassing way. Which one it's embarrassing for the most depends on how much you're willing to lean on me and let me not make you look like someone who's drunk and taken more than their mind can carry."

Bojack paused as he inched his way over to her form, his eyes fully executed into an exhausted tenderness of his own uncertainty as he took her in. It was clear that he wanted her to give some sign of release that he wouldn't have to take charge; a sign, a word, or even a call out for her husband. But she only continued to rock herself in that tormented indifference.

Bojack raised up his eyes, sighed deeply then winced as he leaned forward and pressed broth of his palms under her slender arms. The full extent of just how out of shape and sicky Bojakc felt about the ordeal came to its full climax as his eyelids winced sickly while he leaned his body forward, wicning as he eased his hadn under her arms as began to lift her up with her dead weight. Her feet trembeld as they seemd to sharply turn to one side and caused Bojack to grunt in pain as he lifted her arms across his neck, and then that tender humble helplessness eased acoss hs expression as a certain msieyr of sickly defeast eased across his expression; as humbly human and tender as much as it was something that caused you to draw forward to help him.

"Where Is your husband in all of this?" Bojack turned as he tripped over his feet as much as he was able to, the woman turning her head back as she continued to tremble out her incoherent words of tormented thought. At the very least, her feet seemed to try and grip onto the gound as her balance barely managed to keep itself upright, though there was the occasional intentional effort or sign of it as her feet attempted to find their own grip. "He did not do a good job and showing that he has any concern for someone that happens to be so worried about his wife and thinks that she's worth the life bounding effort that you two were so eager to describe for seventeen hours straight."

He pounded his way to the door without saying another word. You stepped forward in a subconscious attempt to help, though you already hear the quick patterns of his panicked breath before Bojack even as much as managed to get the woman and her weight that awkwardly clung onto Bojack's kess than in shape body over to the cracked open door.

"Ey, lemur guy! You left something behind. You're dragging the wrong body."

Bojack turned his head over the open cracked door as he reached out a hand, not hiding his grunts of hs frustration as he kept the woman firmly leaned beside his body as much as her trmebing body was able. Bojack reached out a hand as he eased it against the door, wincing as he readjusted his body with the woman tilting her head back, lips opened into a cracked and spoiled amusement as she turned her head upward with her head drunkenly leaned back.

"Can you please try to put in some effort?" Bojack was still trying to keep that sense of civil and polite energy that a part of him wanted to execute, but there was that usual edge of impatience that was starting to edge into his voice as he raised his hand across her shoulders in a feeble attempt to get her to raise her body back upward. Her body only stumble to the left side and Bojack's eyes widned as the muscles on his face grimaced while he let out his own surprised frantic grunt, tripping over his feet as he reached out his palms tentatively to trip and raise her back into an upright position. The worry of his tender eyes flashed over to you as his fingertips raised on his palms again, turning inward as his eyes snapped over to the woman while her slender pale legs intertwined and tangled across her feet as she trembled her feet back into a barely balanced and stumbling edge backward.

"Uhm. Please." Bojack's expression was twisted into a frozen concern as he stepped his way forward to her, ears lowered as his own fragile uncertain eyes snapped over to you. My wife and I-we need you to leave. Please. We have our own business and things we need to attend to. We have our own problems, and I don't think you're so drunk that you can't raise yourself upright and go back out to find your husband."

The woman only continued to stumble back behind her heels, her laughter shaky and her face cramped and grimace as her heels stumbled and tripped against one another.

"A lot of quality connection here, these ones. Some settle just for the fragile watered version of it they get-and they feel just how empty it is.' Her eyes fluttered open, now nothing except for a deep canopy of foggy blue with no extent of anything human on the other end of it. "It shouldn't be happening yet. And I don't think I can get used to it." The muscles on her face tensed, and she bit down on her lip as the muscles on her expression began to frantically crumble underneath the weight of the sudden heaviness that overcome the possession of her expression. "God-help." Her head snapped over her slender shoulder even as Bojack lifted up his hands and kept his mouth skewed and upright in an attempt to calm her, expression woven into that panicked pathetic desperation as his hands pressed up against his lowered ears. "Darling?" She stumbled forward violently as she tripped over her feet, hiccuping as she stumble over herself and began to make her way towards the door, letting out a hiccup of exhaust as her face gave away the most pathetic desperation. "Darling, it's happening too soon?"

Bojack had shrunk inside of himself, his ears fully splayed back and his palm slammed onto his ears as he gazed at her with his own uncertain panicked thread of fear as he stepped backward in sudden broken fog at seeing the full complexity of her devastation making itself upright.

"Once you see it. Any given human being would be affected or devastated by it-even if it was protected cynicism, you would still feel it, the inherent way that we've failed. The heaviness of release of life-the tragedy of pain that leads to that point, the complexity of every life that has the same theme at tis coe no matter how complex. Facing the truth of it-everything."

Her words were coming out as a broken breath, much like the figgy strike of her sudden exhausted eyes and the blue extent of piercing fog that was snow entirely overflowed in her eyes. Bojack winced.

"Ok-I get that there's a lot of pain and fear you think is going on. Why don't I help you back to your husband, try to help you get to someone who understands so you can stay with him for a little while and try to at least-calm down a little bit with someone who knows the general day to day idea of you life, huh?"

The woman gave a sudden shriek that was deep cut enough as her pale hands reached out and snapped over to the nearby wooden table gripping onto it as her head leaned forward while her hips swayed as she gave a rip of a breath through her trembling shoulder.

"The truth is so terrible. It can be-it was for us, we tried to escape it. But once you see it-at least you start to let it break you to become it. It's not our fault, not really, everyone is born into something greater than themselves or anything that could ever be invented or made by our hands. It's not anyone's fault. It shouldn't be."

"Ok. At this point, I'm going to take you by the hand and physically take you step by step to your car and help you inside. When your husband sees you in there he can join you and you can both figure out this science fiction on your own. We'll go little by little and get you out of here." He snapped his hand over his shoulder in indication as he kept a brow raised. He stepped forward, tentivaley, as his eyes eased over her bent over and heaving form. "Sound good?"

The woman lifted her head up from where she was gripped across the table that sat in front of the grey doors, her hips swaying. She gave aa messy laugh from her lips and she snapped her head upward, body trembling as the white of her fingers kept firmly gripped onto the side of the counter. Her eys were eased into a blue fog and the sharp of the edges of her eyes were cut even further with the tension of the pain that made up her expression as she turned her eys up to Bojack, Though he stepped forward to try and place his palms onto her own thin shoulders, he saw the strike of her eyes and the profound grief in them; but more than that did he see an inhumanity that seemed like it was being taken away from anything that could have even remotely been seen or felt as something coherently recognized as human.

"Are you…" He paused as he pressed his lips together rin uncertain, admittedly fearful, thought, his eyes flashing over to where you were standing with your own eyes deepend into exhaustion and the tension of your expression as your eyes eased over the woman in your own sickley bewilderment. Bojack turned his head over to where the door to the outside driveway was and he turned his eyes back over to the swaying woman. Though it had taken a lifetime of superficial, mundane and unimpressive distractions that had filled up the empty inhumanity of his life and of his days, he had, eventually, gotten to a point where he had begun to feel that deep buried sense of a profound meaning and of that bittersweet depth that came with being truly alive and of seeing and feeling life as it was in its most deep and profound worthwhile depth and the trial of meaning that came along with it. It was as bittersweet, painful, and oddly freeing in its beautiful truth of light just as much as it was impossible to ever feel it to begin with in what had made up his lifetime of superficial distractions.

"Where is your husband, anyway? Guy hasn't let out his own personal commentary of grunts since he started pulling the other failed guy around."

He began to make his way over to the cracked door, leading out over to the daytime of Los Angeles that was still blue as it began to ease into a newfound fog that made up the bittersweet business and ambition of the city. The light of that had made up the previous orange tint of the introduction of a sunset to a new day was a familiar as much as that heavy feeling of defeat Bojakc had woken up with for too long that had added an extra later of depth to his heart that many lacked in the wake of long term suffering that was, although rare in a world of quick dim witted comforts, the only genuine window to being human and of understanding what that meant. He began to walk his way forward with his hands still awkwardly pressed across his chest as his eyes frantically looked over to the cracked door as he made his way forward. His head turned over his shoulders as he heard another whip of the strain of the exhausted woman strain as she kept her head downward, body swaying along with her hips as her bopped hair eased across her cheeks.

"The two of you have a good thread." Her body shuddered, almost sickly as it guided under her impossibly fragile looking skin. "A rhythm. It's a strong one." Her eyes eased up, her lip still trembling across the form of her fingertips as they gripped across the wardrobe. "One full of pain and of the inevitable inherent long term heaviness that comes with being the two people you were as individuals and of that of what you are now sharing in both that celebration and pain. But my husband and I-we needed to see it."

"I think what you need to see is a doctor. If your husband manages to get his ass out of his head maybe he can manage it for you." Bojack squinted as he turned her head over to the cracked open door, easing his head out as he felt the breeze from the outside meet his own face, which was far more worn and had more of a extent of film of exhausted sweat to it from being inside with the stress and the odd mood the woman had stretched across from her seeming despair as she had allowed herself to fall prey into it, leading into a tangible feeling inside Bojakc's living room that as more even than just the torment of memories.

He eased his hand across the door as he stepped outward, eyes squinting as his eyes began to turn over to front of the open driveway. His ears lowered as he felt his anxiety start to become something akin to a thick sense of concern as his eyes eased over the front of the open driveway of the large circle that made up the entrance to his house. The lemur's car, silver and in its rich model of something large but slim and incredibly modern in its wake, sat across the front of the driveway a few inches away that sat on the front of Bojack's golden gate. His eyes turned down as his hand eased across his robe while he gave it a squeeze of his hand, threading his fingertips against it in his uncertainty as he felt the pressure of his nervousness and unknowing. His wet eyes turned over to where the red fog was sitting against the encasement of the sky as it was turning more light in its welcoming sky tinted blue color while resting against the expanse of the endless display of the outward buildings of Los Angeles; it was still there, more fogged and distant than it had been previously.

"We tried. We tried to kepe ourselves happy and content with what surrounded us, the love, the idea that we would always have one another at the end of the day; the busy little nothings that we kept with ourselves in the hope that it would lead to the promise that it wasn't this odd sense of profound weariness and death and loss that would bring us to our end, that everything in life ended in loss or exhsution. We busied ourselves, the same as the two of you-the way that we wanted to."

Bojack's eyes flicked back in vague annoyance, but there was something to the action that spoke of him being pierced by some subconscious truth, previously it had been a more forefront one, that came along with the constant reimagining of what came along with the curve of hope and life of existence fo the individual that was for one of hope and desperation for what seemed like the very outskirts of resistance against what existence actually was.

He closed his eyes as he stepped forward out onto the cold pavement in front of the cracked open doors again, and his eyes closed as he felt the tension on his features curve into an exhausted tense exasperation as he lowered his snout and pressed his fingertips on top of his skin as it tensed.

"Can you keep it down?" His voice was as sharp as the annoyance in his eyes as he snapped his head over his shoulder. Your eyes snapped up to Bojack's edged request and his expression instantly took on one that was more of regret as his eyes eased up to the red eased of your troubled wet ones as it met his expression. Apology entered his eyes as his hand eased down from where it eas grazed on his snout as his eyes eased across your body.

"Honey. Can you stay with her?" Bojack's voice was tentative as he spoke, expression winced and puffy with the black wet of his eyes as it turned over to her body that was swaying in her trembling form against the wardrobe. His voice was soft, considerate as much as it had the attempt of being well intended as much as he could manage in the middle of the broken fog of his reasoning.

The woman was moaning, her hips swaying as her head was turned forward. After a clear moment of thought you nodded briskly as you made your way towards her.

"I'm here. Whatever you think is happening, it's safe for the time being." Bojack barley heard the low usher of your voice as you kneeled down in front of her, your eyes wet with your own attempt to cover up your own overwhelmed emotion that made up the impossible dark particles that was rested in the living room. Your voice continued to become even lower in the middle of your attempt of soothing her, hand even reaching forward to guide across her back as you kneeled down fully beside her. Bojack paused as he was halfway out the door as he heard the way your voice was speaking gently to her, and along with the odd angelic way that your air and even pale skin and lighter hair had always seemed at at an bittersweet contrast to the way it was contrasted against the rest of the memories and the lifestyle the same that Bojack associated with those walls with grief that would be promised to never leave him alone that seemed even more out of place and at odd contrast with the sickly swaying of the woman and the mumbling under her lips, her words now as incoherent as they were sickly.

Bojack's eyes turned down for a moment as his eyes flicked in front of him, then he turned his way to the door as he stepped his way outward.

"Hey. Hey, man. Where are you?"

Bojack's expression eased into a twist of both uncomfortability being met by the sudden strike of the rush of wind outside that flashed across his expression and the contrast of being outside verses in in general. His expression tensed into uncomfortable as he felt the way the wind slashed across his mane while he walked his way out, eyes threading uncomfortability over through the driveway as he stepped his way forward while his eyes roamed across the driveway.

"Hey, guy!" His voice was wavered and clumsy, awkward to the execution; but more than that was there the clear idea that it was useless. He gave a soft whimper of an exhausted breath as he began to walk his way down the stairs, turning his trouebeld eys inward to the living room a last time, but the living room was rendered dark enough that the only sign that he could have of what was going on inside was the sound of you muttering as much as you wwere able as you talked to the woman as lowly as you could muster.

Bojack pressed both of his hands across each side of his robe now, huddling it further across his chest as he burrowed further inside himself and stepped his way down the steps, keeping his head titled down as he made his way over the driveway. Where there had previously been nothing but cars and even more countless drunken and sickly bodies that had been engaging in whatever activity their bodies would have allowed them to for the night, there was now only openly space, and in the location of the house and the neighbourhood that sat at least a few feet below and underneath it was there the reminder of the breeze increasing even further against the driveway because of the empty space that made up the entrance to his house.

"I know you didn't leave your wife here crying. I haven't tired being married for long, but I know that someone like that doesn't just come around and talk like that and then change his mind a few hours later."

Bojack was speaking the words through a half raised voice, clumsy in its usual low raspiness, though it as easing across the empty bittersweet sky well enough, and as he looked up to the sky that had ben the epilogue of an already incessantly complex and emotionally heavy and labored life within an impossible sense of richness in its humanity from child to now far old husband, as all life timelines were, he felt himself stop for a moment looking at the Los Angeles sky as the clouds and the murky fog of it reflected across his eyes, his teeth poked and his body eased downward while his fingertips kept grazed onto each side of his sleepy sweat ridden robe, his plush body curved in on itself.

The breeze was almost chill by the city's standards, and his head lowered down as he rolled his shoulders in exhaust through the breeze, a vague touch lighter now. His worried and puffy eyes, one he knew you would have described as the most tender and well deserved troubling carrier of authentic humanity, turned over to the side as he looked over at the several bushes that sat across the fence, though his feet were stepped back and another hand was pressed across his ears, he turned his eyes over to where you were to where currently there was only a barley shut door to keep out the haunting spell the tripping and detached tormented woman and brought in with her.

"Once you let go of all those mundane stupid covers of the world, you realise what was holding you back was holding onto those earthly attachments, the world emptiness, and your richness begins to flow into an empty space for nothing but your own personal truth of expanse of life and creativity of whatever reality you want. Your wife may be with you on the other side, or maybe she won't. Maybe other side isn't even a proper way to describe it. But wherever you go and whatever you experience, do it resoundly and with an extended amount of incredible heart and authentic truth to yourself. No matter what the universe is made of, and even though its the very thing to haunt my wife and I and to take us away from what we fought today, do it with the intention of finding the core of the simplity of the life with your wife again, my companion. Do it with the idea that no matter what complexities are given to you, and the core end of it all all you want is to reurn abck to the sicmplity of the genre with your wife. We are, after all, someone who only craves simplicity of the profound and human kind. Everything I'm coming to face, and even now, I wouldn't have traded that luckier life and moment for the world."

Bojack's eyes wided as he began to recongizne the lemur's voice as the sober talk of his own reflection of his words raised and guided through the air of his driveway; it was just close enough that it caused Bojakc to fall into a panic, and then an edge of an abrasive sudden announce as he began to talk his way over to where he could hear the haunting of the lemur's voice thread through the dry air.

"Hey!" Bojack's voice cracked and wavered, his eyes lowering downward as he began to walk his way across the driveway, arms crossed franaitally. "Hey, respond to my shouts or at least give me something to work with, asshole!"

He tip toed on his feet as he continued to trip over himself to make his way over to where he could hear the lemurs muttered words, ones of which were now raising and leaking out through the clutter of the leaves and the rustling against the spaces of it as Bojack tip walked across the driveway and walked his way over to the rustling of the bush. He gave a grunt as he reached out one hand and pressed it across the leaves, turning it back across to the left side as he crammed his hand against it and felt the rustling of the leaves scratch across his hand; but the dry annoyance on his expression didn't leave him as he leaned himself downward and over to the open rustling of the leaves. As his own flared eyes adjusted to the leaves that were scratching and resulted against one another while his hand and the shoving of his palm against the leaves began to make a way for him, Bojack raised his legs down knot the ground into a crawl as he began to make his way through the bushes, following the lemur's own subconscious musing that eased into the air as he winced while crawling his way down against the rustle of the leaves.

"This is ridiculous-" The thorns scratched across his shoulders as he gave a huffed grunt, feeling the scratches of the leaves across his skin. As he crawled himself down and over to where the lemur seemed to have kept himself paused by where the end of Bojack's bushes met where the lemur sat behind the fence to the entrance of Bojack's house, he only felt the vague grateful idea that at least he had his thin but thickened with fluff layer of robe scratching across the fabric of it, and his hands eased forward as he felt the fat plush of the curve of his stmtach turn inward from the curve of his body as he began to shove his body forward as much as the awkward curve of his body would allow. "You do relaize I wouldn't do this for you if it didn't mean my wife would be obligated to babysit all night for you own wife, right?"

He gave another grunt, shouldering his way through the bushes. Though the lemur's muttered voice was still guiding and easing into the air with hi own words that were fading in and out of coherency for Bojack, there was still another row of bushes waiting underneath his crawl.

"You are making me regret the amount of pretentious bush painting I did a few years ago. That's your real power." He winced as he felt another sharp scratch of an edge of a leave leave its mark on his skin. He winced as his eyes turned up, ears lowered back as he felt his fingers continued to become dirty from the ground. His annoyance and the effect it had on whatever little patience he could execute to something he normally wouldn't have even considered had it not been for your bittersweet eyes and the heaviness within them as you carried the woman's emotions was meeting its end as he continued to inch the awkward mold of his body further through the opening of the other side of the bush.

"Hey. I didn't want to be rude, but clearly your wife and yourself have different ideas about what the term enjoying yourselves mean but the same term of overtsaying your welcome. You can't stay here anymore. If you don't leave I'll take this noghtmare of today extended and have to drive your wife back home yourself. You can walk home."

The more that he heard the lemur talk, even in his own disquieted and low tone hidden air and word, the more Bojakc felt as if he was being ripped open to something that felt like it was the core reason behind everything his life had ever been and every intention of every drug he had ever used or daydream he had ever had in his soppy and simple but deeply embedded tormented heart; a strange feeling of letting go of all known earthly pride or unsatisfactory conductance as he instead feel into a pull of something unfathomably unknown and yet, somehow, anything he had ever craved or pursued, including the wya he lost himself in his deep and guaranteed warm extent of love with you.

His eyes turned over to where the leaves of the bush were starting to give out before he even finished pushing the bush to the side as he turned his head over to where there was the small breathing room between the bushes and the golden glintef fence Bojakc had spent a vast maorty of his free time for the pathetic months he had of smpintess between drinking, distractions and the occasional role of a product that only led to small little nothing projects to make his own surroudnigs that e was convinced back then would never been seen by anone but him that had encouraged his own self indulgence with pleasing what he had known, even back then, was an impossible and possibly incurable emptiness. The sentiment of the lavsshed execution of wealth was only more embarrassing as Bojack crammed his teeth together and winced as he kept his palm pressed across the scratching of the leaves while he turned his eyes over to where the lemur sat by the fence of the golden bars, the wall made by the ones straight upward as they rested on the bar that wrapped around Bojack's entrance.

"Great way to make me look for you." He let out a paned grunt a she began to fully lift his body from the surrounding bushes and the waver of their leaves as he got himself upward, grunting as he did so as he began to raise himself from where he had been leaned onto the ground as he got on his knees, rubbed the middle of his back, and then stumble and he gave a low rasped effect of his voice as he felt the ground sway in affect of his still alcohol induced mindset, his two arms snapping out on each ide of him as he stepped over his feet and made his way to where the lemur hadn't lifted his head up from the body of Chad once.

"Whoa. These hangovers have a way of hitting you twice. At least its something someone as seasoned with coping with them like me can deal with when it comes to having to deal with the guy who very clearly dosen't understand what the concept of repsondng is." His eys were detached, simple in emotion and ehxusted and sickly under the bags and skin of his eyebags as he stumbled over his feet with body swayed as he turned his eyes over to where Chad's body sat under the lemur's car. The lemur was sat on the side of the golden metal balcony with his small back leaned against it, his lare eyes easing over the man and his passed out pale body. Bojack's empty, dry and disassocated eyes wicked as his head titled back.

"Jesus. That man's cheeks have sunken in to high hell." he gave something that was in between a chuckle and a noise of the extent of cathciing himself as he stumbled over his feet, barely manaing to kep himself from galling over as he elt his vision and his mindset the same still fractured and flurry. He gave a low, throated amused chuckle heavy labored with his attitude of his edged uncaring and the deep loathing and fear for his humble exhaust of the future; and in there further, the idea that he had nothing to do with this and he only wanted to go back inside your amrs, the same thing is humble simple modesty of a character had ever wanted. In that way, he felt some relief as his eyes grazed over the man. "Least the guy is here." He jutted his thumb over his shoulder as he indicated it to the path were Bojack had crawled through. "Why don't I take care of the guy from here on out. You go back to your wife and take her home. It's a requirement at this point if the two of you are doing this circr around my house-" He paused, thought about it.-"My wife and I's-house."

The lemur hadn't spoken since Bojakc had crawled out; he stayed sat in front of Chad, fous on him and uninterrupted as he kept pressing his fingertips and palms across the man's cheeks and hands. He turned his head over his shoulder but only an inch; the only thing he would give Bojack.

"You'll be sharing a great deal more than that, if you're as half as lucky as my wife and I."

Bojack's ears perked up, and after a moment of brushing off the the rest of the debris of the branches and leaves while he gave a grunt, eyes squinted as his ears splayed back while he gave an intake of a breath, turning his head over to where the lemur was pressing his two pads on top of Chad's limp expression, mouth open and skin pale.

"Hey, buddy." His hand pressed across the exhausted wear of his snout as he began to walk his way forward, eyes roaming over the lemur as he kept his body hunched over the man. "Do you always try to leave parties like this, or is this just my wife and I's free trail?"

The lemur's eyes neither turned or acknowledge Bojack; he only flicked his eyes over to him for an inch of a moment, then turned his eyes back over to the pale expression of Chad and his worn face, mouth open and lips impossibly watered with a sickly pale hue.

Bojack could still feel the sting that came from the brushing of the leaves of his skin as he kept how truly torn his skin was from crawling under the bushes.

"At least you kept the body. I was starting to think I would have to call or chase that one down." He gave another abrasive breath as he turned his head to the side and brushed off the rest of the debris, wincing as he felt the sting of it on his skin. "You do know that I was going to call up the cops with the body to make it look like you're the one they should be suspecting about a moment ago? You can avoid that kind of trouble by leaving."

His head titled to the side as the lemur only continued to mumble under his lips, this time is tone low enough that it was impossible for Bojack to catch what he was saying. Bojack's eyes lowered into a dry exasperation as he placed a hand on his hip.

"You know that talking lower doesn't make it any less likely that I can very clearly see what you're doing, right?"

The lemur only shook his head, but even that note was enough to make Bojack's ears perk as he felt a jolt of the slight sign the lemur was listening.

"'There we go." Bojack's eyes lowered while he grunted as he eased his body downward, dryness of eyes turning over Chad's body, himself worn and scratched from the leaves and the cuts of skin as Bojack place one hand on his knee while lowering himself down with a grunt. "There's the sign I needed that you're mentally cleer."

"Hush it." The lemur snapped his head over to Bojack, but the few inches he turned his head was so small and minute that it almost seemed ad if it could have been imagined. Bojack eased himself back, only for his eyes to lower as his expression eased over the lemur's body while he turned his attention back over to the body.

Bojakc titled his head as he rested his hand on his knee, turning his head over Chad as his ears splayed back. He breathed in to dispiiate tension as he watched the lemur turn his focus back over to the man, leaning his body forward as he eased his fingertips forwards to Chad's eyelids. He pressed his fingertips against them, pressing on them firmly, and then with another low rasped words that seemd only for hi m did he lean his body back again.

"You know your wife is having a hard time in the house, right?" Bojack's eyes turned over the lemur as he kept his head titled. The lemur shook his head, easing his head downward as he gave a slight swar, though it was lost amongst other incoherent babbling of his lip.

"Whatever you and your wife are, no matter how your existence executs itself in life, keep your heads down and remember that its your own mirror of truth, when all distractions fall away, that will be all that either of you are left with. That is one thing my wife and I could have taken to consider."

Bojack's ears flicked back as the lemur went back to his rumbling under his lip, his palm and fingertips placing above the man's face, then, with soft pattering of his pads, rested it from the man's head and down his neck, resting his fingertips with a pressure on the limp skin of Chad and continued down over to his chest and by his torso.

Bojack kept his head tilted as he took to looking over to the body; his own almond black eyes that were a usual green boyish complacent energy of softness was already beginning to flare up with panic as he looked at the vague marks of the neon timelines and light that became to flair up into a vague hint of a softness from how it protruded, only for a hint of a moment, from the skin; there was a vague hue of blue light that looked like the suggestion of a timeline that protruded out of Chad's pale skin, following the vague touch of the lemur's hand as he kept his lips mumbled and his eyes focused on the ritual on the man.

"People will punish you for not having love in your life."

"Yeah. I spent my entire life being an outcast and a joke. I know that."

"It will never lessen. You need to keep by you that of which is true and human; it may very way fail you and make your all back, but you need to keep that truth by you. Your wife."

"Hey-" Bojack paused as his worried eyes turned back to the lemur, concern etched knot his feuatres; genuine, despite his dry tone of speaking. "Your wife is having a hard time. And my wife is a more..delicate kind of woman. I think we should both do our girls a favour and try to get inside, yeah?"

He tried to reach out a hand tenitavely to reach onto the lemur's shoulder.

"All attachment will destroy you. Be like a child, within yourself and reality as it is within the moment beyond these ideas. The more you do that, the more you won't end up like my wife, broken, lost, unassumed and trapped in the energies of other pulls inside her own mind but ceirnity others that will destroy and rip her away such as they're doing with the two of us."

"So you do know she's having a hard time?" His eyes turned over the lemur. "Could have filled me with the whole love thing." He paused as his palms caressed against his leg, and he winced as his eyes turned to the lemur. "You do-love her, right?"

"More than anything that I ever could have hoped to love anyone. Love is a reward, the only reward, not matter how childish or superficial, stupid or casually laid or even in the direction its executed. And every punishment that comes from being human comes from the lack of it that punishes its harborer. The lack of love I would have felt had I not found my wife would have been my punishment in and of itself." His large, heavy laden and weighed eyes rolled up, sickly, slowly, while his expression eased over to the house. "We're both getting out own deals out with the way the universe sees fit. Neither of us get the idea of what we wanted, neither of us ever will."

There was the vague sound of what sounded like the distressed sudden cries of the wife that was coming inside from Bojack's house. His eyes widened as he raised his attention upward to where he hear dher vague cries for a moment, her voice and the crack of it trialing in the air. It lessened after a moment, dispiriting into a ghosty lack of anything heard as it faded into the air; it was almost na eerie process.

Bojack, for all the attention that gripped him from the sound of the torment of the woman, eased away as he turned his attention back to the lemur, Bojack's dry and considerate eyes easing against the lemur's with his own squinted inquisitive nature. The lemur was breathing heavily, as if he had used all of his physical endurance for all it was worth within only the past couple of minutes. Bojack's ears splayed out o the side as his eyes searched over him while the lemur kept his heavy eyes away from Bojack's inquiry.., He raised up his eyebrows, gazing at him in silent question.

"I know you. You wouldn't do this." Bojack gave an exhausted sigh as his eyes turned to Chad. "Just give me the body and I can go inside with my wife and we can both be on our way,. No drama and any of this drawn out suspense needed."

The lemur turned to Bojakc this time, and his large yellow eyes met his. There was the same etch of the sickly blue fog in the lemur's eyes the same way there had been with the woman' it was enough that it caused Bojack to feel a cold shock in his chest as his own eyes frantically bulged out of their sockets. The words of whatever statement of reaction he would have spoken froze on his lips, and he allowed the modesty of his shock and uncertainty to die on his lips, taking to not saying much else as he quickly brushed his attention over the lemur's shoulder and back to where the same fog of the blue light, a vague look of a curved timeline of the same suggestion hue of a fog that reflected the one Bojakc could almost make out from the one rested in the sky above the look of the bushes reflected the fog of the rustling bushes, the height of them keeping Bojack from seeing it fully, but he could see the suggestion of the red through the rustling of the bushes.

"Do you know what any of this is?" Bojack spoke it gently this time, one finger raised up onto his lip as he turned his eyes that were just as authentic back to the lemur. He didn't speak, but with the new blue fog in his eyes that matched the bittersweet look of his wife inside and the profound pain in her eyes, there seemed to be a modest reflection in his eyes that were of a sentiment of hers, and in there was something of something so profoundly tragic and greiving that it casused even the jaded impatience of Bojakc and his antimction for the day to lessen.

"I was dying. I could feel myself aging. I was small-disgusting small, in my own personal perception of it, and it was agreed with by the world. I had spent my life consuming, dreaming about something I would never be because I had spent it lavishing with lies, and I was going towards the end of my timeline, and like most, I realized that death would be a very rela thing for me as much as anyone that had ever come that did, in a sense, feel like an exception to myself. I thought I would be the exception ot be pulled into nonexstence. I could feel my life leaving me. I searched for a place where I could go to dig deeper."

Bojakc chuckled, his eyebrows lowering into his boyish teasing mock as his eyes lifted up in amusment.

"What, like you regretted all the years drinking and blacking out? Can't imagine why."

"You regretted it, too. I didn't know it back then, but there was an emptiness so great that I couldn't find myself to have any sense of sanity with it anymore. I felt like I was being pulled, taken away from any hope or strength. I woke up in my mansion and I could already feel myself breaking as they day started. It was a call for me to try and find anywhere that would take me to find some solace, at least for a little while, in the time I had left."

Authentic pain eased in Bojack's eyes, curiosity as connection, ego falling away into genuine concern that he had the ability of possesign so deeply.

"Where did you go?"

"I searched online. I went to a place that could have lazily been labeled as rehab, but it was something far more complex than that. It didn't have a full description online, and it didn't seem like it had been heard or accessed by most. When I called their number, I only got a low toned voice that spoke that they would do what they could to try and get me included, though there seemsed to be an exclusive feeling to it, something they weren't communicating entirely for a purpose that was intentional. They told me they were expecting 'people of my type' to come and reach out to them. They said the emptiness was dragging across into an entirely new profound way that would cause the ones who had chepaend it, actively believed we weren't for it, and to come and take them and to see the full resolve of what they were missing. Said they needed proof, proof of someone who was somebody who wanted to be able to be free within that capurement of trying to find something richer, that was capable of finding something rich enough that it would overcome the emptienss. They said there were some people that wre simply empty, entirely down to their detriment, drive mad by their own lakc of ability to be able to find that richness that they would take down with them."

"Like, an addict, right?"

"Exaclty like that. People who wanted to grab the richness around them and take it for themslevs."

"Wait." Bojack closed his eyes, vague exapseraiton on his face as his ears lowered. "You can't steal someone's ability to love."

"With the way it comes with what these people discovered, there's a tangible energy to people wh can achieve this richness well enough. They were looking for people like me, like you, people who were capable of achieving this richness. A profound, almost tangible energy, one that could be cheapeend and taken from other people that wanted it and weren't born to achieve it. Not entirely unlike the culture of thinking some people can achieve fame and fortune and same can't."

"Like me?" "The place kept it's downlow for as much ad it was able. When I called, they seemd to be picking up on the way I spoke, carried myself. I had never felt that schuzinhed before in my life. I could tell that they were picking apart my every word, my tone, the way I spoke, expressed, how my soul and how I had come to be where I was mentally intertwined from one way I spoke to the other to revealed my truest self and where I was at emotionally. I'll admit that I felt put under just from asking about the facility. It was about a plane ride away, somewhere in islands a little bit outside of America with a name you wouldn't know unless you looked for it. The more they asked about me, small questions, nothing remarkable, and the more I told them my story, the more they seemed secretive. Before the phone call ended I felt that, whatever the test was, I had failed it considerably. But before they hung up they told me they would send someone to my front door. Said they would give me the details directly to hand to me a tmy front door, to keep it low."

"And-that led you to your wife?"

"That was a long time after. When they came to my doorstep it was a man who had his head held low. He had several loose papers, gripped in his hand, not looking up. There was a cloth around his shoulders and hung over his face. His fingers were gripped across papers that seemed as if they had been held like his life depended on it. He spoke to me lowey and never once raised up his eyes to meet my expression. He only haded the papers to me and gave me some kind words of attempted reassurance, told me that they hoped they were right about me having a soul, and then stepped down the stairs and when into his car. He seemed outlandish, out of it, disturbed and exhausted within himself; he said he had come a long way to give them to me, and to keep my head down when I went on the plane, to not tell anyone where I was going."

Bojack's eyes winced in thought, hard edge to his judgement and bewilderment as his eyes cross in thought.

"Why would it be such a big deal?" He waved his hand casually with an eye roll. '"Unless they were trying to go for a n exclusive celebrity only resort, especially the ones with some bad reputation that they think they can cheat themselves to come out of on top with an even better reputation by trying to get guys 'like us' off our ass." His eyes lowered into a further dry exhaust. "Wouldn't surprise me."

"They said on the papers that it was a place for people to go who had souls. True, genuine souls; the kind that makes stories and feels the kind of life changing and depthful emotion that someone only does when they have that deeply embedded spirit of being able to feel and to be art and stories in that compelling way from raw exepreicne that others with lesser would consume and relove their life around. They said that I was one of the lost ones, the ones who were lesser for their spirit because of my past choices; but they said I could come and see if I had that stnegth of spirit. They said if I got in touch with my most profound self, there would be a large chance of likeness that I would be able to find my own personal reward. The paper went over the details, and the general consensus was that if it got to the point where they had made a mistake and I had been given the trip of the plane ride and the way over and was given access to the route, I would have to have my brain reset.

"Reset?" Blunt, dry, just as Bojack's sarcasm as he titled his head to him with his eyelids lower to execute his exasperation. "That's the word we're using?"

"Electructed. They said that their intention wouldn't be to kill me, but it would be to try and make my brain so cleared out that I would have next to no memory of the past few months, and they wanted that death would be a side affect and for me to agree on this risk."

"I'm sorry-you agreed to this?"

"My life was already so empty, meaningless. I woke up every day and spent most of it lying around in my lavishness or on drugs and alcohol. I had even given up the intimacy of quick sex. It seemed to burn a hole into a wound that was already aching. I tried to find my hope and my peace with being alone-that's really the only strength you can get at the end of the day, is the peace of being alone. I knew I had nothing to lose, not from the memory of the past few months."

"Yes, but-death?"

"I wanted to know who I was. These people seemed like they were on the same page of wanting to know themselves. Throughout my life, no matter how aimless or drunk or even criminally endowed I was with taking advantage of woman or any other preieveeld advantage, I could go to sleep, feel it in the fog of my days sometimes the way that things should have been wth being alive on this earth. This profound, rich, deeply embedded feeling of such a profound richness of hope where inner cautions and flaws and the ones that came from others no longer existed; hope within the deepest humanity of its messiness. I had no will left to push it back such as I had for so long and would continue to do so unless I had put my wonderings somewhere else."

"So-they fog, then." Bojack's conflicted eyes turned back up to where he could see the vague red fog, easing above the bushes. "What your wife said last night-all the 'advice' you keep dealing out this morning like it's a goddamn caution sign. That's all connected to this?"

"When I arrived to my destination, te first thing I knew was there there was almost an understandability to the rules they had laid out. I arrived to the front gates; it was a large, gray building, partyway modern and something with a vague renaissance decore to it that told me it had ben renvaoted for its purpose. The island itself was full of an astmopehre that seemed far from civilized; the plane landed on a place that was clearly made for only that one plane, landing on a large dirt road in a field, the surrounding atmosphere being ones of large trunks and bushes that hardly seemed touched. Someone came in a similar somber grey robe and led me through the natural and hardly touched way until I got to the heart of the civilliation and the town; a few buidlngs in front of the main one where I was led to my room, main resources, such as things like that."

"Right." Bojack's eyes eased down in thought, then winced as he turned his eyes back up to the lemur in a fragile question. "So where's the part where this connects to why you won't leave my driveway?"

"There was a sense of training to it. When I was there, they told us to live as we always did. But I could feel their perception and their eyes on me, how they followed the way I spoke and revealed myself through my natural air. They followed me everywhere I went; activities, lunches, campsites, and the like. They treated it like an innocent play camp, and I would have found the entire thing naive and a waste of time. I would have left. There were ways in which I must have revealed my hesitancy, ways in which I must have made myself seem lesser the way they feared, because one night, after a campfire outdoors, I hears someone following me. I was going down to the modest of my hallway, making by way from door to door; they were wooden and modest, and I heard the footsteps coming with me, the wood creaking, the way they were amatuer in how they were following me, but I knew why they were."

"What? What was it?"

"They wanted to see if I had a soul." The lemur's words were simple but harrowing, and Bojack's yes flicked up into a vague moment of emptiness as he dissected the words. "That was what the entire program was for; to see who was there would go really enrich and embed into the energy they evidently wanted to protect and what they wanted to sow, and the people who knew they suffered for the lack of richness that would have done anything to fight and to find it."

"So what happened?"

"I fought with him, Bojack. When he came at me. He thought I didn't have anything in me. Maybe it was because I was showing signs of leaving. But I had found my own that brought it out of me instead of complacency. The gold in front of our bodies come out as he strangled my arm and while I kept back and resisted against him. I expected there to be physical strife, I expected there to be a fight and trembling resistance and for there to be a struggle of bodies. That happened, but what I didn't expect, and by the man's reaction neither did he, the sudden force of an glow through both of us-and then, an implosion as it burst through the roof and into the sky. Along with that, a change in the mood of what surrounded us, the same joy of how things should be within human nature regardless of circumstances of how things should have felt, the implosion of the sudden eeling of a profound feeling that I late ron found with my wife once I got the go of peace and the confirmation that I was, all things considered, someone who was the very person they were trying to protect."

"Like the red lights?"

The lemur's lips raised into a vague amused lift of a smile. His fingertips continued along the caressing of the skin of Chad's body, the fog of his touch leaving behind every which mark of the timeline of blue that was a vague hint of a fog for a moment, and then rested into the stagnce of the weed and smoke induced air surrounding Bojack's hosue. "For more dense than that."

"And your wife and yourself. All of this has led to something that has led to a..goodbye?" Patience and genuine inquiry was in Bojack's tone now. His body was plush as he watched the rytham of the lemur man's touch while eased across the man.

There's a incriebsly finite insigfigence in labeling someone as "just." Almost an impossible precpetjon. Lonely for thr person bearing it, and even more peaceful once they've taken from the changing choas we were never meant to be in fornt of. But even the most profound inner revelation ends and life gives out and fades back to it'd indifference to your conflict, and then your wonderings are an unanswered murky shore of wrecking yourselves with your own muddy faded questions that you're unable to be without in your mindspace and tat the universe and the wordl is indifferent to. I wish I could have had more time with my wife, more time to be present and like children in our lives. More time to exist within the constant lessons and learning that I got from just the year or two I had with her than I did a lifetime listening to the deranged and intentionally broken logic of this world."

"So if you could describe what you and your wife have been going through." Bojack rubbed a hand as his fingertips eased behind his neck. "It would be this weird game you're playing with these guys that believe that there's a sense of this whole measuring of souls thing. Is that right?"

"I'm neither winning nor am not pathetic or don't have any weaknesses: I capture what I feel and take it as is, and in this way nothing can tell destroy or harm me within authenticity. But I do wish I that I had more time with my wife, more time to learn, to stretch myself out in something that can only be learned through bond with another. I destroyed myself for her, but when it comes to existence that's only made to end no matter what you do, I see it more so as breaking out into the inevitable of what should have always been."

"Do you believe them, then? This crazy idea of something like capacity to love being measured. I mean-" Bojakc chuckled, eyes wincing nervously as he continued to rub the back of his neck. "Come on. It sounds like a bunch of amatur Hollywood scripted nonensese. How do you know you're not being pranked?"

"Nothing but your own intuition to respond yo what is happening to you is an incredibly lonely and maddening thing. But rewarding once you make a choice. Sporutally, I am fulfilled. Physically, I am stimulated. And that's all you ever need. Suffering just enough to feel stretched every day, not enough to do anything about it-that's true death. To only fight for somehting halfway, someone, and then to have it be destroyed because it was only hal attended to with the way it should have been. There's nothing more delicate than human emotions and relationships, and if we fail we destory one another, too. The way it is with Chad. The way it was with his wife. Trying to hold onto your humanity is impossible in this world-but if by the rare chance you look over the noise of the world and you keep by what's meant for you, in your own way you will find it."

"I don't know how true that is. I didn't do any of that, and you're here telling me that somehow my wife and I are better off for it."

"Is there a god who will live you beyond any earthly condition? I don't know. There's no way of measuring the unknown, and it's idioitic to go from one way to another in the unknown. But I did know my wife. I knew my love for her."

"Knew."

"Accepting the inevitable truth of things and how they are, the pain of acceptance, will free you in the long run. There is the richest life joy and character to be found in the deepest of suffering, especially long term. Life simply is as it is in any of its simplicity in any scenario or lifestyle or personality or perception: it is enough as is. Anything outside of this simplicity is from the uncessaecy flawed complication of human attachment: social media, obsession, relationships, or aju headspace anything other than the naturalist of life."

"Your wife told you this?"

Bojack cleared his throat as his eyes winced. He hadn't spoken one word that felt even remorelty what he felt he should have to even scratch the surface of his fear and bewilderment. and yet he felt in some way he had gotten all the answers that he needed simply within the codes the lemur talked, ones of which made more sense the more he did. The more the lemur spoke the more Bojack felt he could read him like a book in that way-just how he could read you the same, but only when he was in one of those reflected moods that he went into more often than not, especially at the climax of what was meant to be a life changing night by Bojakc's naivety that he carried with him with ego being the same inflation behindit, even now in his life. Any sense of reason was absent in him now as the more chaotic side of his natural and erratic personality slammed him into whatever conflicted misadventure he was lost in now. Not even Bojack could prepare himself for these kinds of moods he fell into, which, more often than not, exploded on him like a bomb at any given moment.

Truthfully, he was so unpredictable that no one could ever be prepared for it, not even Bojack himself-but then again, that was the storm of his soul that brought him into every single misadventure that he tripped into. He knew, at least as much as Bojack could believe, that you would follow him through every single phase and this eccentric morining was no exception now that Bojakc saw within himself the way that his eyes began to frantically storm in his minds eyes into the the living room where he had left the both of you in the murky chaos.

"My wife didn't tell me, no." Bojack turned his head back over to where the lemur was easing his legs back onto his thighs, eyes flickering over Chad's body as his lips pressed together firmly. "She went through her own process to come to where I was waiting for her."

Bojack turned his eyes back over through the rustling of the bushes; his eyes winced as he looked through the spaces over to where he could see the glimpse of his house. There was the vague sounds of distress coming from the house. Bojack's eyes were less edged and insistent and more worried and humble as he turned his way back over to the lemur.

"If you're worried about your wife, I would suggest that you get inside to where she might be taking my own on a ride." He winced as his eyes flicked over to where he heard the woman's thrill of a ghastly scream that echoed through the air. "Not sure how she's handling it. Last thing she needs after what happened last night."

His eyes dilated frantically as he thought it over in his mind; inwards in his headspace he started scanning the living room where he had left it, with the dim dark and the ease of the indifference of the living room Bojack had left it as, the vague look of the suggestion of blue that was more than just the neon pool reflecting on the walls at night that he had noticed such as he did with the small touches of the lemur as he pressed his hands on Chad's skin. As he heard the missteps of the wife while her own ghastly voice was raising into the air now and then, no doubt quieted and calmed only by the soft attempt of your own, though he couldn't hear it, Bojack knew you. He imagined the softness and the frantic attempt of your gentle hands reached out to the troubled woman as you held her the way Bojack had learned to hold you throughout the nights that had been soothed for a tormented and trouebled mind of his previously having to burn on his own in the middle of the night. The sweetness of your toruebeld eyes, the purity of your intention. Bojack's eyes lowered down as he breathed to reset his tension from the images the lemur had painted for Bojack, his troubled eyes turning back over to the lemur. His eyes lowered down as he gave antother breath, pressed both palms on his knees, and with a grunt began to raise his body upward.

"You'll be rewarded for any love you deal, Bojack. Any at all. Even if it's only inner joy or peace that you get that's a secret shared only with yourself and experienced in yourself, you're better off than the empty and the aimless. You need any of that to navigate this world. You need all of that to try and catch the edge of what is ahead. Of what I wish I could be better prepared for with what's ahead. I don't know if there's any way I can be prepared for what my wife and I dug ourselves into. I'm not sure if there ever was."

"Well." Bojack paused as his fingertips eased across his wrists, his eyes lowered over to the man as he paused with an uncertain breath, then reached out a hand for the lemur to take. This time the lemur did acknowledge Bojack as he turned his head over, Bojack's ears splayed back and his eyes dry but insistent in his exhaust. 'Neither of us are going to get anywhere by sitting here and fuming over what you think is the apparent inevitable, right?"

The lemur's other hand, rested on the ankle of Chad, turned as he watched Bojack's hand ease out. The lemur turned his eyes up, his other palm still having a vague sense of suggested fog to it a sit emitting from his hand, with still the same cut through of the fogginess of it being interrupted by the numbers that eased out from the blue haze every now and then, just light enough that Bojack could have assumed it was being made up by his hungover and fractured broken headspace.

He looked up to Bojack, pupils easing forward from light yellow eyes, and then gave him a small curt nod. He inched himself outward as he reached his hand out from where he had been placing his palms on Chad, his other one coming to rest on Bojack's palm as his palm met his, sleek and clean compared to Bojack's trembling and heated ones. Bojack sensed that he wa sonly doing it for Bojack's own peace of mind for feeling like he managed to achieve anything of genuine clarity for the doubtful morning and into an even more uncertain afternoon.

"Thank you." Bojack gave a grunt of something that suggested his vague impatience as he took his hand and wiped it by his shirt, wincing as he looked over his palm to see any minute traces of the fog. There was no mark or sign of it, not evn the slight vague sense of a cold hue to it. He cramped his fingers onto his palm and then stretched his fingers out again, letting out a soft considerable rasp as he stretched them.

"All the preparations have been made." He patted his palms on his pants, easing his hands against it in a fashion that suggested that he was either mirroring Bojack out of sudden vulnerable insecurity, or the same sentiment Bojack got of the sudden grotesque intensity of the feeling of where the lemur's energy had been on Chad and the transfer over to Bojack's uncertainty. "My wife and I have made all the preparations at this point. There's nothing left to do but allow our nerves to stay lowered while we face the inevitable. Nerves, lack of a certain character, is where most suffering comes from."

Bojack's eyes eased across the lemur, ears splayed back in the weight of the observation of the lemur and his minute action that suggested something far heavier to follow. "You keep talking like your wife is leaving. Where's she going that's worth all of this drama?"

There was an edge of annoyance that flared in the lemur's eyes. His ears twitched, and with a sudden sharp raise of his head and a pout of his lip did he begin to brush his way past Bojack and over to the bush.

"Was the story I told you, the advice, the sights you've seen yourself not enough to gather the general idea of where my wife and I are being forced to go no matter what efforts we put in?"

Bojack let out a breath as he watched him make his way to the rustling bushes, the momentum of the lemur as he brushed past Bojack just as dismissive as much as Bojack sure he intended it was meant to be. He turned his eyes hard eyes turned over to him, his eyes flickering over to the red hue of the fog that he could still see the vague hint of that was traced against the bushes.

"The codes you've been speaking? No, not even remotely."

He grunted as he kneeled himself down by the bushes the lemur pushed himself through with a sharp hand, his smaller form making his way through the large path Bojack had made with the movement of his body with far more dignity than Bojack had. Bojack winced as he leaned his legs downward while he reached out a hand and ducked his head under the branches and began to follow the lemur, plush stomach easing his into lap as his position was lessened into an awkward crawl as he followed the lemur and his path outward while the lemur broke out from the bush.

Bojakc sighed as he ducked his head under the snapping bushes that came after the momentum of the lemur brushing and shoving his way outward through the leaves until he broke out, carelessly leaving Bojack to the whims of his uncaring as he walked his way back out to the driveway.

"Look, I get that this is hard for you. I can't say for sure that I understand..why, but I get the general idea that your wife and yourself are struggling with separating yourselves from something you think needs to happen. For whatever reason."

"I would get angry with you-frustrated, maybe. I wouldn't bother with anger with someone who dosen't seem to understand no matter what's thrown at him."

"Ok. Noted." Bojack's eyes lowered as he looked over at the scratches of the leaves and cuts on his skin as he winced at the several new fresh cuts since making his way through the bushes, grunting as he lifted himself from where he was kneeling on the ground while he brushed the rest of the leaves and the remaining small figs off. He turned as he saw the lemur walking his way to the open door, and based off of the hestience of the lemur's steps while his eyes turned over to the door, it was obvious he could hear the distressed noises of his wife now and then, and it distressed him beyond function.

"What were you doing to Chad's body just now?"

Bojack stepped forward as his fingertips pressed on his wrists, watching the back of the small lemur's body while he walked his way forward until he was only a few inches behind. When the lemur didn't respond, something Bojack more than expected, he stepped forward beside the lemur, turning his eyes to him as his depression searched over where the lemur was turning his eyes to the open door, pain expressed deeply in his expression that was surpassed only through the broeken blue fog of his eyes that had now traveled from the middle of his eyes and expanded over to the rest of the yellow that still suggested humanity.

"Your wife always do this?"

Bojack's ears flicked up. "Do-" He paused as his fingertips pressed together awkwardly. "Does she what?"

"Caretaking. Loving. Accompanying."

"Oh. Well." His eyes turned up to the cracked doors. "She does with me." His hand reached beside his arm as he rubbed it awkwardly. "Not sure I ever accept it the way I should, but-she makes it very clear in her own way and in a language I can speak that we're both trying, at least." He shrugged, timidly, eyes lowered down as a vague tint of shame came across his expression. "It's something that I'm trying to work on. That..she is, although it always seems like she's the one that's trying to follow with whatever lack of faith that I have or whatever it is I still need to work on that seems to come naturally to her."

The lemur's eyes flicked behind the fractured blue fog, and Bojack could still vaguely see through the dart of his pupils even under the blue fog that was pressing further on his eyes. He pressed his lips together, turned his head down, and cleared his throat as he gave a kick against the selected pebbles Bojack had placed onto his driveway an entire different person ago.

"Chad's body needs to come with us." "What? No."

"Why not?" The lemur closed his eyes for a moment, clearly with the intention of processing a sudden form of deep frustration until he took to turning his eyes up and meeting Bojack's.

"Because we need him. I need him to help my wife and I stay out of trouble. Even today I was planning on taking him down to the police station with my wife so we could very clearly prove that we had nothing to do with it. Whatever story that anyone spins out for the sake of doing it for whatever reason they come up with, they are not dragging trouble with my wife or my marriage into this. Not after everything I did to believe I could do this."

The lemur nodded, the action only small and his emotion unreadable as he turned his head down, bottom lip raised against his top in something that suggested an exhausted and suffocated consideration.

"You're still not getting it."

"Getting what? All your wife and you do is talk in codes. Maybe you said one thing that was straightforward with your eccentric story earlier, but that still doesn't explain what's happening right now."

"You will. Your wife and yourself already understand it in the ways that count-that's how you got here to begin with."

"Got where?"

"Bojack-"

"No. I'm not doing this." He stepped forward in font of the lemur, his hands splayed out in front of him in mocking as his eyes were winced in annoyance and ears splayed back."You come around with your wife and yourself and you start babbling about a bunch of weird shit without any clear explanation of where it's coming from, worry my wife last night when she already has to worry about the weight of marrying me, decide to make our business more complcited than it needs to be for the sake of whatever intention you have that I'm sure it doesn't go beyond your one perception of experience or thought like everyone else. I'm sure the experience you and your wife have had have isolated you with your own personal intimacy with the experience that you wish you could get someone to share in, but you can't come over to our house and expect my wife to play care keeper while you stumble around the background and play merry go round with the body that I need to keep my wife and safe moving forward." He crossed his eyes, annoyed eyes eased up to the sky with ears rested back. "Which, or once, I almost believe that i can do, and I don't entirely want to tolerate the idea that some guy like you two can come along and ruin that right when there's a chance that maybe, I can be enough."

"You asked what I was doing with Chad. The body-it was a blessing, a ritual that he can better find his wife even though he died and she died and they lost one another in this component where they found each other. I'm making his journey smoother; this version of hm may have died and gone, and the other living verisons of him may be less rich for it, nad he'll carry a little less life in his eyes, but he'll still find his wife, his joy, and they'll feel the despair his wife felt that caused her to jump off of that cliff and they'll come together to find their most profound blessing even deeper because of the pain and the loss. That's the way of existence; the twists and the unexpected rewards where on the cliche surface there's something meant to be horrified from that has a nuance of experience that you don't expect until you're the one knowing it."

"Ok, and I don't especially want to hear anymore of this unless it pertains to my wife and I having an easier time going forward instead of more of these situations, but what are you going on about? His wife? She's gone. We saw her jump off of the cliff." He scratched the side of his neck as his eyes turned up. "And it was , admittedly, in the strangest way, but-we were drunk and thats a given and the point is is that she's gone. You were a guy who was trying to do some creepy ritual shit and now you're trying to dress it up as something else."

"Your bewilderment and disdain is something I would have expected."

"Yeah. No kidding. If you expect it then why don't you use that and stop with these mini stories and explanations that I can see right through."

"I deserve the contempt. and better myself than my wife; I"m the stronger one between the two of us for the time being. It shouldn't have been this way, and I would have changed it if I could have."

There was the sobbing sounds of the distressed woman that was trailing out from the crack of the door. Bojack's eyes widened as he turned his head form his stout and closed in position, but the insult on his eyes didn't decreased as he turned his head back to the man while the flair increased in his eyes.

"You do deserve the contempt. You're right. If your idea is helping two people that you interpret as being on your side ans either confusing or boring them to death from your overexplation of after crakc induced loneliness, then yes, you get contempt."

"The body of Chad; it's about more than just trying to keep him into his next life. Soothing him away from the abrupt cracked and fractured interruption of his other self. It's like a soothing honey for while my wife gets destroyed in this layer.; the more of an agreement towards the way things, even with how heartbreaking and irreparably terrible, the more of a rhythm of forgiveness there is with our transfer."

Bojack's cynic glare, touched even further by judgement snapped across the man, one under eyelid even more awkward pressed under the madness of his own no longer suppressed blunt rudeness.

"You keep talking about the earth like it's a goddamn living beast waiting for you throw shit at it. Is that the way you want to go about seeing the world and your existence?" He titled his head to the man, vauge somber dignity even in his own cycni jugement as his eyes looked the man over. "Being swallowed up by his imaginary beast?"

"The body of Chad is something that's more important than your wife and yourself using him as proof for the earthly bargain you have that you haven't even realized isn't relevant to you yet."

"Earthly bagrin?" Bojack drew out the words and tasted them with disgust, and with a chcukle that was more aggressive than it was soothing did he snap his hand over his shoulder, jamming his thumb to the door. "Get your stuff, get your wife, and get out."

"I can't go in yet."

"Oh, yeah?" Bojack gave a sarcastic raise of his smile, flashing his white teeth as the dry exasperation met his eyes while he waved his hands beside him in a mocking nature. "Well, I just said you did. And your wife is currently under the intensive care of my unwilling wife and her equally not understanding husband who are both increasingly more aware of the passing crutch of time and how little we have to control the events through it, especially on a day like today, so can we keep this on the level of the person who deserves to be listened to and you and your wife can hear it loudly and take your shit out?"

"The red fog. I could see you looking at it earlier." The lemur stepped forward, begging in his eyes that almost pierced through the confidence and stotic energy he had carried the majority of the morning. "My wife is at a high increase of dose of her already deteriorating condition. She needs to leave today, there is no choice, and I know no matter how much I love her or how deeply that she'll be like every complex life on this earth or anyone who has ever existed where they can't fathom that themselves and their loved ones are as finie and as forgettable as anyone who's inner complex experience they don't know, the shock and the unfathomability of it."

"You're very clear. I get it. You're worried. But here's the thing-so am I." Bojack's expression eased into something desperate vulnerable as his hands gripped onto the morning of his tight shirt that grazed around his body. "And right now my wife is in there trying to calm down some stranger woman who tripped into our house last night and decided to make her own issues our problem because her husband with the equal amount decided to throw her at us." His head titled forward, guide of his own provoke in his eyes, gentle in his constant way but challenging despite that natural soothing. "Sound familiar?"

"I understand you want us to leave. Let me wait for a few moments." "What? No."

"-See what your own wife ends up doing." "She didn't do this willingly. You do know she didn't do this willingly, right?"

"She needs to recollect herself. What sepratres people from ebing able to etpathize or love someone else, to understand someone and to have that core emotional intimacy is that lack of having that soulful small details of prespecive and intimacy that allows someone tonot just understand someone to get the basic factual understanding of someone, but to feel the soulful intimacy of it to have that bond we all crave. She's on a dial right now while his life begins to fial and leave her from how we, I, failed at being able to protect it. If she leaves now she'll be destroyed, everywhere."

"You mean the one body of her specifically in my one house?"

"She is only one person. All of us are. But the richness of how she is, who she is, the amount of how much we love or know someone; all comes back to the idea of this protection we need on every possible life nd version all happening at once and affecting out subcinous or every part of our present rich selves. For every verison and life that we lose that's all living at once to make us who we are, there's a little but of her to love, a little less of what makes her who I love and what give sher energy and that compelling compact personality and richness that make sup a I was at the island of the training and people were labeling certain people without souls, could tell they had once ben human, and now that I know what I came to realize through finding my wife and I know it's because life by life, version by version of what we're all living at once was the light and compact life of them being taken out. If that happens to my wife-"

"No. I'm done. You've tried to explain enough. You're out of chances, get out."

"Bojack, it's worse than that. Please. If she leaves now and without the care of at least your wife-"

"This is not something that should be put on my wife. You two invited yourselves here. Don't forget that."

"If she leaves right now without the few minute concerns of people who are here fully to ground her, she will be destroyed everywhere with everything she is entirely. There's a new void opening up specifically for us to obey for her to leave me so we cna try to amend with the universe we ripped and cut through with our own attempt at gain. We can obey that, but somehing espciallly violent had to occur for us to have the hance for me to throw my wife back into the unknown expanse of our life together without one another for a little while, for a long while, maybe forever. But the point is is that she will survive; but only if we take the tightrope of spirituality that we're risking to walk before I turn her back into the endless expanse of the multiple lives and timelines living at once and I watch her go through the small window hole of the otherwise intens vibration of how we angered the universe with our doing and betraying of how things were. It gave us a small window of a chance, by my wife is on the end of the tightrope, and if she sidsteps too far, she's going to be destroyed entirely. And I will, too."

There was the sound of something being kicked inside of the open door of Bojack's entreince. Bojack snapped his head over his shoulder as he turned over to the half side, hands cramped in caution as he turned over and heard the clattering of what sounded like one of the fairly forgotten artifacts he had placed on the drawer inside.

"People are complacent because they won't, or can't search as deep as we have to found that profound quality life, Bojack. And I don't mena our careers, though that would be the earthly and comprehensive version of it for the people that surround us. People say they don't ned what we have because if they felt the full absence of their lack fo a quality life, of what that really means when experience firsthand, the grief would kill them off, ti would make them god mad with grief to find any relief from the empty meaninglessness. The same way as you and I."

"I didn't go through any grief. My wife and I got married for something that was good this time-" Bojack's response was rushed, distracted as he turned fully over to the cracked open door. "Honey?"

His voice faltered as he gave an awkward whimper, rushing his way over to the stairs as he rushed his stout legs forward frantically up the stairs, eyes wide in frantic fear as he rushed his way to the doors. Inside, it had already gotten dark and dim even more than it had been before. Bojack gave a clumsy fearful breath as he reached out a hand cramped in worry as he snapped his hand out to the door. He eased his hand on it as he cracked it open, head snapped inside of the dark as he began to step his way inside.

"Baby?" Bojack's voice was vulnerable and cracked with worry as his vulnerable eys eased through the space, turning his head up as he stepped his way forward and inside tentatively. He winced as his hands eased against his skin. "Where are you, honey? Now isn;t the time for any lack of communication. It's bad enough as it is." He winced as he turned his head over his shoulder and watched the lemur following a few footsteps behind Bojack, who's own large luminous eyes were reflected by the dark; it almost seemed nighttime in the living room and the dark dim of it, even in the stark contrast to the pure darlight.

"It's above us; the entrance into the void. This is the worst and the most toxic part of the wing of it as it passes over us and wiats for my wife and I to appease it's amusement with her entire presence. I need to take her gently, guide her over to the edge of the driveway and allow her to talk in slowly, gently, at her own pace into the hollowed mouth of what its waiting for. I can see it now-the delicate step of her pale heels while she walks to the open hole of outside. This is the prolouge to the freedom she can have; bittersweet, but she'll be far more whole than if I were to keep selflessly pursuing her, time and time again, knowing that it taking her from the inside out until she would be less than half of what she was. She's so beautiful as she is. So delicate. I love her, I do, I-" His voice cracked, enough that Bojack turned his head over his shoulder and gave him a lowered flare of his eyes. "I need to accept despair. It's better to live with the subconscious pain and the heaviness of it than to live with her. I can't see her become someone else because I couldn't be without her. I never will."

Bojack felt any annoyance he could have felt replaced by an odd harrowing curiosity and grief, as well as a hollowng of anticiaption as he crawled his way forward through the dim of the living room.

"Baby?" His voice was echoed, timid as he continued to lean his way inward, face fearful and expression frozen as he stepped his way inside. "Honey, please talk to me, ok?"

"Shit-" The sound of a slender body easing its way off of what must have been a weight of a body leaned against the wall by the window. Bojack's eyes raised up further as his ears perked up; he allowed himself his own breath of relief as he turned his head over his shoulder to the lemur, who had collected himself only for the task at hand.

"Jesus. Thank god!" Bojack breathed out a trembling of relief as he hunched his way forward and over to where he coild catch the gleam of the pale gold of your hair and the flash of the sweetness of your eyes from where you and the bundle of the pathetic woman were currently eased onto the wall, bodies entangeled agaisnt one another and your face distressed as much as it was bitterly sweet as your head turned up and met Bojack's eyes as he eased his way over to you, ears flicked down in relief as he rushed his way towards you, kneeling down as his hands reached out to yours as he kneeled in front of you.

"Are you ok?" Bojack's eyes wer emre vulnerable with his incessant compact emotion as his teeth poked, turning down to where your hands were embedded against the slender and now trembling form of the woman, her eyes closed as her head was eased across your lap, lips press together, her face more sickly than it was previously.

"I had to stop her. She wanted to go out; she siad she wanted to go out while it was dark."

"What?" The lemur behind Bojack spoke with an abrupt edge as he kneeled behind Bojack, who turned over his shoulder as he watched the gleam of the man's eyes turn behind Bojack's shoulder. "If she went out while it was dark she would kill herself. She knows that."

"Maybe the point is that she did know that. Ever thought that she has her own idea about how to handle this?"

"Is she breathing?" The lemur kneeled himself beside Bojack, his eyes turning up against his wife. Her body was curled against your chest, your hands eased across the pale of her arm as her head leaned against your chest.

"She wanted to leave. She said she needed to."

"No. She can't. And she knows that. Anything she said she must have been confused by." The lemur's eyes eased against his wife as he kneeled down beside Bojack, his eyes turning up to you as your kept your arms pressed against her body. "We don't have a lot of time until she does need to leave. The overpass of this black part that she's not supposed to go by; its going to pass over soon."

"Well, she seems entirely eager to be apart of it, dosen't she?"

Bojack's dry tone met against the worry that was glinting in his eyes through the bewilderment of his panic. The lemur trembled slightly, though it wasn't of anything that was from insult or even a reaction or anything similar to it. There seemed to only be a vague panic that surpassed through his body and met agaisnt his eyes as he began to inch his way forward to his wife. The supple of her red lips was pressed forward, her eyes closed while her cheeks, shark and cut leaned against your chest. Your hand reached out to be caressed by Bojack's. He paused as he turned his eyes up and saw your hand reach out to his, your eyes simming into a red edged apology as your lips raised upward and met your eyes. Bojack's ears eased back as he gave you the smallest attmept of a raise of an agreeable smile, reahcing out his palm, plush stomach eased into his lap as he leaned forward and took your hand against his palm.

"I'm sorry, honey." Your fingertip caressed his palm. "About the way everything has turned out lately, in general."

Bojack's eyes eased down, and he gave a shrug of his plush shoulders as he met your eyes silently, lips raised into that soft tender apology and that tenderness of apology that met into his eyes that only was accomplished from the gradual chipping away of the most tender heart that he wanted to believe that he saw in the private tenderness of your eyes that had both captured and destroyed hm.

"I know, honey."

"She's in shock."

Your pale lips spoke the words in your own detached dissociation, your hands trembling as you turned your expression to the lemur as he eased his hand forward and pressed it across his wife's hand. His wife was trembling her lips and speaking now and then, incoherent mumbling leaving her lips as her head was leaned heavily across your chest. Bojack's eyes lowered from the tenderness to a soft exhaust as he watched the entanglement of your lips and your legs ease and entnagel across the woman's arms, seeing the wear on your face that gave away how exhausted you were underneath the attempt of being calm under your eyes.

"No kidding." Bojack's tired eyes eased over the woman for another check point, and then with a breath did he close his eyes as he eased a palm across his snout, caressing it across the worn stretch of worry of the marks on his face. "Look, man, we'll help you carry her out to the car, ok? But I think you need to focus on getting her to the place where you think she needs to be."

Bojack turned his attention to the man, who lowered his eyes down into something that had a hint of absence to it. Bojack's eyes lowered as there was a vacant exhaust in his eyes, and he took reaching out a hand to ease onto the lemur' shoulder. The lemur eased his body back with a resistant sway from Bojack's attempted touch. Bojack's eyes winced as his ears lowered back, and his hand came to rest on his other arm, though the frantic consideration in his eyes didn't leave.

:We put in so much effort. We tried. It became old and came to an end, the same way everything does that leads to the eventual tired never resting ride of life."

"Yeah, but why?" Bojack's body leaned back and onto the floor, arm slung against his knee as he looked at the lemur in vulnerable question.

"Because if it didn't. Nothing ever does, that's why people and life is the way it is, why its all a race agaisnt he inevitability of how we're made with fighting life and the passage of time and the dread of our life. Depression, grief, emptiness wouldn't be a thing, if every given thing didn't cme to an end eventually. Money has power over love only because of its stability, that's all, but that's all it needs to be. Life is mundninty, pain, its in all corners of the temporary solutions people discover in this world. But that is the default of life. People find one thing to find leverage above the inevitability of it for a little while, but only for awhile."

"I don't know." Bojakc breathed in, and it was clear from his stance and his general air, such as he knew that you had memorized because of the way you knew how he thought and carried himself, that there was a sense of him trying to find a practical way to taking the forefront of the siutaiton. His eyes lowered as he turned his eyes back to where you wer elooking up at the two of you, your own eyes turning up to Bojack with that incessant spiritual truth that came with someone who lived nothing but the truth, with no room for any pretending or the fogginess of facade. Bojack's eyes eased across your body as he felt a little bt of the truth of understanding from the lemur's word's ease into his unwarrtned and unwanted complicated mind that always brought on more narratives than he could ever hope to keep up with. "Seems to me like no matter what I did or didn't find or figure out, I would have eventually gotten to the point where at least I had somewhere to take my wife. When I found her. Which I obviously never thought I would which is why I was who I was, but-" His voice trailed, his hand eased across the back of his neck as he gave it a scratch. A soft mumble of his low rasped voice, his body traced by the outside neon light and causing his body to look even more traced and celebrated inside of the compact emptiness of the house that represented a profoundly rich life that came from the strong character of the pain of his existence that led to that rich result.

"Your career, nothing more than a passing thought like a wod and a pat on its shoulder int terms of its weight and lonveibity inits presence. And I'm sure your felt the fogginess of it, the more you focused on the wrong thing." The lemur took to turning his head to Bojack, his attention for the time being mintuley focused on his body that was leaned on the floor, plush and curved within himself.

"Well, after a certain point I gave up. Especially once the alcohol and the impulsiveness and what some would call the-lifestyle that comes with always feeling terrible started to take place."

'The more you focus on what you should the more the clarity of a mind and how it should be comes to be. That's the way it should be, that's the way it's always been. It's all very simple, and once you realize how simple it is, it both terrifies and releases you at the same time."

The lemur turned his eyes over to where the woman was still curled against your chest, legs eased onto your body as the strikingly slender eased of her neck pressed against your body, pale hands curled across her legs. You looked as helpless and as delicate and beautiful as much as you ever had, the kind that made Bojakc feel a certain shame of his own existence just by taking you in that was almost instantly replaced by the peace that came with profound admiration.

"Maybe you're right." Bojack chuckled, in that tired and reflective way that caused you to turn your attention to himself, the delicate apology of your eyes meting well against Bojack's confliction. "Maybe there was a part of me that tried to adjust to the emptiness of my life before that I thought would save me somehow and accept the emptiness and the fogginess. Before I found what made it feel possible for it to not be an inevitability."

Bojack's eyes turned up to the soft and exhausted strain innocence of your expression as he turned his expression up to meet yours, the curve of his lip easing forward into that uncertain tender agreement of the simplicity of your dynamic. You were sitting in the same place of the empty corner of the bittersweet walls where Bojack had spent more nights than he could have bothered to remember siting beside the edge of the open cracked doros to the balcony that led out to a viewt hat was the perspective of both what was the height of freedom and humanit,y and in some ways it was; it wasn't mundane or full of anything that would be inherently something he ould ever have to distract himself from, but there had been his own personal narrative that had increased his own personal cage over time. Seeing you leaned against the same wall where he had spent countless nights jamming his back against the wall, breathing knocked out of him and he let out a grunt of a rasp of his own rasped low amusement while he tripped over his own feet after an unforgiving and long day that stretched him out more than he knew what to do with healed something in him, though the dim of the air and the sickliness of the woman as she shook against your body did nothing to lessen the bittersweetness of the heaviness that followed him everywhere.

"We need to get her out. You are right." The lemur rolled his shoulders as Bojack turned his head over to him with his eys raised. The lemur turned to Bojack and gave him a vague quick nod before he began to raise himself up. The lemur blinked as his eyes turned to the door, stepping his way over his wife's bare and curled feet as he made his way to the open door.

"Existence and our response to it is endless. At least, for small, minute things like communication and joking and things of the like." The lemur's hand grazed across the plastic neon shade that made up Bojack's windows as he pressed his fingers against the plastic, pushing it to the side as his head titled up to the edge of the balcony that waived outside of the lemur's perception. "It won't be long now. I can see the overpass happening. She needs to be able to find that time and get over there."

"Or-what. The universe will punish you?"

In Bojack's dryness was there an unmasked and extensive extent of sarcasm.

"Bojack." Your voice was full of causation, gentle but uncertain.

"What? I'm still not buying whatever narrative that theses two are clearly just sick enough to believe."

"Stop it. You've felt it, too. Something. I know you have."

Bojack laughed softly, albeit nervously and with the intention of invalidating you from the core of his own nervousness

"What?"

Your eyes turned down as you readjsuted where your hands were cradling the woman. Her eyes fluttered open for a quick moment as she began to come to consciousness at least vaguely. Her head turned over to your chest as her body began to move right along with your invitation of it, Both of your bodies looked illumated under the light of the pool that should have only come to completion and with any sign of that eternal look to it by night. As it was now, with the contrast of the day outside of Los Angeles that Bojack could only make out through the tint of the window, it seemed like a stark contrast of night and day, and an imposisbiltiy to it that had an alien and foreign worry to it that was remincscent of your eyes, yours one of emotion that seemed more made up from the meaning Bojack couldn't help ascribe to it more than it was real, the one in the woman's eyes being one that was of a physical sign.

"At least let's prepare ourselves for who things are going to be or could be. This happened to them; in whatever way that it happens to us, it could also happen to us. The more you prepare for anything terrible thing that could happen the easier it becomes."

"Yes-sure." Bojack's eyes turned down as his expression flicked in thought. As it always was with you, and only because he loved you, did he feel himself going over every though he had expressed in the hope that he could overcome the thudding in his heart that he had overcome his far too deeply embedded flaws and hadn't gone too far to say something wrong. "I'm sorry, honey." He added it quickly as he bent his knees down to where you were getting the woman upward. 'I'm just trying to make sure we both keep one another feeling safe, is all. As much as we can. There's no point in beng told things that sound terrible and letting it control us like strings. But you're probably right about the emotional preparation thing. I guess that is all there is."

Bojack timidly raised out his hands to pressed on the woman's arms, teeth poked as he eased his hands forward to support her.

"Here. Let me help." When the woman only opened her eyes and looked over at his hands through fuggy tinted bewilderment, Bojack eased his body forward further. "Please. More for mysell and my own sake than for you, honestly, but regardless."

The woman's eyes eased onto Bojack's hands as he kept them reached out. She turned her head over to you, soft bewidrment on her eyes as she allowed the slender of her palm to eased onto your hand. You gave her a small curt of a nod with a guise of encouragement as she readjsuted her hand that she pressed onto Bojack's, following with her legs trembling as she started to ease herself up, her other on yours and her lip jutted out as she trembled and struggled upward, until finally, with an unease of posture did she stand at least halfway up.

"There she is." Bojack had a slight gush to his voice in his boyish playfulness as he kept her stood up. The woman laughed as she turned her head down, though she seemed only half present and even less full i control of her reaction. 'Now let's work on getting you to your husband's car and getting rid of all these goddamn worries for a bit, am I right?"

There was that nervous laugh to his words as he eased his palm across her hands. Bojack turned as he looked over to where the lemur was till looking out. Over the dim mundane dark that made up Bojack's apartment was there still the blue sky of Los Angeles; beyond the usual and unimpressive hue of the sky and what both reminded Bojack of his trapped days and freed him from it was there the sudden growing punch through of what looked like an especially profound golden light that was easing its way through the sky, not entirely unlike a breathing hole for the golden impasse that was easing its way over the cluster of the buildings.

"Whoa." Bojack's ears splayed back, his eyes turning to yours to meet your own worried face as he turned his head back over to the glowign expanse. "What the hell is that thing?"

"We have a little time left. It's coming sooner than I thought, and we have less time in the middle of the black expanse surrounding everything else than I would have liked."

"Not an answer, but sure." Bojack grunted as he gave a lift and eased the woman off from where she was trembling and halfway onto the ground.

"Everyone wants to be unique, but no one wants to deal with the side effects of being unique. Lonliness, lack of connection, getting into trouble with a world that responds to the opposite of what they see as acceptable. It's only until your devoid of most connection when you know you found something in yourself, and its far from rewarding. It's more of a punishment." The lemur turned a she looked over at his wife, the illimaution of the pain in his unreadable eyes meeting his wife, bittersweet and surreal just as Bojack had always thought the sky had an ability of breaking out and expanding on from the moment he had moved in ith nothing but the barely touched physical wear on his face and the emptiness inside of him to offer an unhealthy contrast to what he knew even back then he would carry in him. "We did something unique, my love. We felt and we lived and we found something true, and we forgot all the fgginess f distractions and of people and relationships that were meant to destory the human condition. I couldn't ask for anything better to an end of a life. Before I saw everything for what it was the pain in my life was simple, personal, something only I experienced that was mundane at its core because it was only relevant to my small, niceh existence. When I had the unnatural access to getting glimpses of other people of all characsticeris and attributes, when I felt the blakc of the disappointment and devastation of the result of the majority, when I realized that every pain I had ever had had been felt by unfathomable countless, even the most nuanced and specific, when I looked into myself and relaized existence had the ability to pull apart every reason I felt and the explanation for it, I drove to a ceran madness within both the answers and the solutions, to realize there was a peace in the madness. I had always heard hat everyone wa slike one another but it was always just ane empty theory, I never really believed it, and I know the love I have for my wife and my indidvuality is a permanent climax of separation that both destroys and saves me; but the amount of people I saw in pan and looking for relief of the same, no matter how differently dressed up. I was brought to acceptance of the way things were-and it both had everything to do with my wife and I, and yet nothing at all."

The words made Bojack feel nervous at the suggestion of them, but there was a larger part of him that was becoming exhausted of questions. He plastered his trembling hands against everything that was important to him as he kept his other hand firmly cramped across the woman's hand-from the photos that sat against the wall of the few ones he allowed himself to believe were good and stable enough days where he had said the wrong thing just less enough, where the two of you took a photo, always a selfie to preserve Bojack's ego of having to ask someone, that seem to capture a happiness and stability he had found unfathomable and unreachable; but the warmth of those days had been what had carried him the green robe that was placed lazily against the couch that Bojack had bought for you on impulse when he was trying to make ti more clear that he wasn't only inviting you to stay over at his house; he wanted you to. As his hands threaded across the fabric of the green robe and the softness of its plushness Bojack remembred the memory of that warm and sunlight tinted afternoon where everything in the business of downtown Los Angeles had agreed to the idea that his love for you was what dressed up the hue of existence. In his own way, Bojack had begged you one afternoon to buy it, stout body cramped forward as he had pressed his hands together while his eyes had winced as he had asked you to "let him do it for himself as much as you."

You had asked him, in a fit of a question of something he had found almost sickeningly amusing if had been outside his price range at the time; it had ben around a time in his life when he had had more self made scandals with woman who had decided they ere angry at him for small little nothings in the past that you had watch drain him from jaded and dry phone calls, himself ranting and voice bloated with dry insults and lowered worn eyes in the kitchen in the middle of the night after either of your bodies either made love or moments after you both entered into the house.

Though it would always be drenched with the physiological complexity of a long life, the entirety of the room was a reflection of his impulsive and reckless, yet somehow entirely gentle childlike personality of not being able to necessarily look forward or ahead; not only suffocating between those two realities of the one where he had been stumbling through his life before he knew you, and the unfathomable richness of a refreshing of a reality that came after.

"Are you ok?" You whispered the words as he turned his attention to where your eyes were turning up to where his lowered heavy eyes eased across the couch. His eyes turned up as he watched the span of your eyes ease away from his hands while he met your expression. He cleared his throat, taking his hand away from where he was caressing the items as they passed walking the sickly woman over to the cracked door, his other hand coming to rest on the woman's had as he gave her a squeeze.

"No time to talk tonight about it right now."

He breathed the words rather than spoke them, his voice rasped and low as he tried to keep himself from penetrating the stale of the heavy dim air that felt as heavy as much a sit was ominous and uncomfortable even just to be surrounded by.

He brushed his hands against the woman's arms in a brief and distracted fashion as he kept is eyes over to the door. She was limping forward, giving her own breath of grautuide as she tripped over to the door. Bojakc turned his head to her now and then as he watched the unreadable limp on her expression.

"You coming behind us, philosopher?" Bojack's words were lazily slung over his shoulder. The sound of the lemur wa sone of soft pads as he followed.

"It should be right outside, right to the end of the driveway. It was understood to the both of us that it would be agreed that we would meet the energy by the end of the driveway, if nothing else. It's playing fair, whatever the force of it is."

"Sure." Bojack kept his fingertips caressed by the woman, though his eyes turning up to you now and then gave him that strength that came along with following and loving with something rich and real. The burning look of your eyes that seemed to be a promise of meaning was burned into the strange hollowed fear that followed him as he reached out a hand to the door, easing his hands against it as he shoved his way out the door. The breeze picked up, and Bojakc gave a timid breath as he felt himself snapped his feet backward on animalistic instinct as he felt the fear of uncerinity pass through him.

"It's alright, sweetheart." Bojack snapped his wide eyes over to where you were reassuring him, or at least attempting to, in the way you had the practice of doing; his teeth poked as he gave a shakiness of a his breath. His eyes dimmed as his fingertips eased across the woman's hand as his vulnerable eyes threaded across the woman's palm, her eyes only half present as she body was limp while she limped forward to the door.

"Is it? We don't know anything about it."

His eyes winced at you in insult, that aggression easing across his face.

"Is there an it? Or do we not believe anything about it?"

"I don't-" Bojack paused as his eyes lowered down to the palms of the woman, who's breathing was becoming more labored with her head swayed and titled forward. He turned his head over to where the lemur was walking to the cracked doors. "At least the husband has convinced himself he knows what he's doing. Let's give him that clairty and get this poor woman out of her misery and get her into a dan car."

The woman lazily eased her head up to Bojack, her mouth askew across the pale of her sharp face as her eyes contuiend to lazily roll against her slender shoulders in an attempt to be coherent. She watched with her own surreal gaze, stil more blue fog than it was human as she watched through those same foggy eyes the way Bojack began to make his way over towards the steps outside the door.

"Easy, honey. Don't stress yourself out."

Your hands wre strained and there was a swear leaving your lips as the delicacy of the woman was pushed through the door. Bojack's eyes were turning up to the effort of your hands as you were worrying over yourself with keeping the woman safely cardeled by your touch as you helped her out the door. Bojack's eye eased to the woman as he saw the way she tripped over her feet and walk across the stairs, Bojavk giving his own nervous breaths as he kept his hand on her palms while she followed him out. He slammed his legs down ithe last step as he gave an abrupt breath of surprise from the clumsiness of tripping onto the next stair. Your eyes snapped up as you looked up at Bojack; after a moment of feeling the shot of pain going through his body and an arbupt pant of his breath, his eyes wincing as he placed a hand on the middle of his back.

"Jesus." Your eyes turned up to the sky, and Bojack turned his eyes up to you as his ears flicked back.

"What? What is it?"

His voice was softened, gentle as he turned his eyes up to your red tinted expression, there was a soft pale on your face as he saw the beauty reflected in your eyes. Bojack's eyes winced as he turned his head over his shoulder and over to your eyes.

The light that had caught your expression was something that was more than a human experience; it was the same overpowering emotion that Bojack had only caught in glimpses when he had felt your body ease across hiis embrace in something that had been both a profound grief from the amount of turth and beauty he had felt when he had felt your body ease across his chest, something that he knew had bene robbed from him the majority of his life and always would be that had caused the sweetness to have a bitter sharp edge to the amount of profound humanity and spirituality that had cuased even him to know there was a beauty to humanity and life beyond what he could comprehend or ever would, grief of the inevtibale loss of it being intertwined to the choking beauty of something unfathomably true and so rich and deep that all else faded into something incomrpehsinbibly small in contrast tot that of which was true and human, both with the ability to density him and to make his life at once.

"The passage is coming." Bojack's head snapped over as he watched the lemur make his way over to the door, the yellow glint and reflection across his eyes turning up and over to the crack of the door as he tripped over his feet and looked over the door. A grief so profound that Bojack could, breifly, for a moment understand why death was ulaimte rest glinted through the lemur's eyes for a moment as he turned his head over to the sky, nothing but raw and rich humanity and experience away from any distrciton of anything other than that easing into his eys that as that same reflection of how the profound truth of a orthwile human life and that richnes sof love Bojakc was terrified of with you was inevitably intertwined with life ending grief. It was reflected in the lemur's eyes as he turned his head over to his wife, his eyes dimming as he reached out a hand with something unreadable across his features that came from the amount of profound richness eased across the life in his eyes as he turned his way over to his wife. She had much of the same grief that was powerful enough that it rendered Bojack into a frozen speechlessness as his hands eased away from her palm, the bottom of her lip trembling as she turned her head over her slender shoulder and side stepped the trembling of her feet over to her husband's hand, limp in his exhaustion,and in that interaction as there something so true that Bojack knew if he had been at the center of it, the reminder of the fear he had with you, he would have been killed at the moment.

"There is such thing as being killed off by beauty. You have done that for me. You always will. If I live, which I don't want to, the memory of you wll be so strong, the grief the reminder of the amount of pain that loving you was that was the deepest of the most true and worthwhile beauty, and when you're gone I'll be freed from fear, because I won't care to be apart of this world any more than I already cease to care for."

He eased his hand forward to his wife, and her eyes darted over to where your more feeble body was standing beside her. The golden bubble of the overpass of the sky was moving over through the otherwise undisturbed blue sky was it passed its way through the blue extent of it. The sharp position of her face turned up to the sky as she turned her head upward.

"I thought raw humanity would have been enough to touch others. That it would have given either of us a power, somehow. I thought there would be ana agreement, somehow." Her bottom lip trembled, pathetic, desprate and completely human. Bojack's eyes winced down as he pressed his now free hands across his palms.

"The universe dosen't agree to anything about us. That's why we're inherently tragic. I'm led by an emptiness, its the only thing that's true is the reflection of tragedy, and the irony is that there is the deepest joy only fund in the fully acceptance of profound suffering. I wish I could say with complete certainty that the only joy in life is to accept what we are in the face of what the universe created us to be; finite, exhausted, stretched, and inevitable, and that in full disappear and the horror of the inevitability of the universe of what power ti had over us is the only way we can find joy. It's the only way.

She titled her head to the side, lips raised in her own shoulder, trembling under the weight of her body.

"That sounds like bullhit, sweetheart." "Something I agree with." Bojack's voice was low, his eyelids dim as his tired expression turned to the lemur. The lemur didn't take his eyes off of his wife; it seemd like an imposibiltiy t do so.

"In both joy and grief you have saved me from being apart of ego and morality, the most miserable form of existence. I'm humbled, and now that I've loved you, I will always be content to be either here or wherever existence ends, in whatever way that means. I'll grieve you like the constant sucking of postion from a wound, btu I'll always be marked, and I'll always have the sneitment of how I've loved you behind everything I do. You are my life. I grieve dying, not because of life, but because I would suffer through entriely so I could love you for eternity. Loving you is both a tragedy and the mot profound gift I ever could have asked for. In loving you and knowing I won't be able to exist to love you forever is both the most profound gift and the biggest tragedy my known existence will ever know. You have sucked the wound from my pain and it's almost too painful where everywhere else was indifference or more abuse, and it could kill me from the beauty of what you've done to me."

He stepped back, his eyes turned up to his wife as he gave her a gentle squeeze of his hand along her palm. Bojack's ears splayed backward as his eyes guided up to your expression, your hand keeping on the woman as she swayed tp the left and back within her own detached disassication. Bojack took a deep intake as he rolled his shoulders, turning his way up to the sky as he saw the hue of the red still sitting in the sky the same place it had been hovering among the rustling bushes as he turned his head upward.

"You ready?"

Her head only titled forward, her body swaying, and it was clear from her expression that she was far from coherent, her eyes distant and her expression sickly and fully embodided into the fog of her blue eyes while her head kept tiled forward into a disasscoated exhust.

"She's ready." The lemur stepped forward as he turned his head over to her as her body leaned forward with a awkward step. She let out a laugh, broken and tremebling as she tripped over her feet. You took it on yourself to step forward with her as your hand snapped out to catch her chest, but she rasied out a hand, trembling, and with the attempt of trying to offer herself at least somewhat sense of control. Bojack turned over to the lemur as he rasied a brow, his worrid eyes turning to you between steps as you took to talking to the woman softly, your hands gently threaded across her wrists while your hand kept on the curve of her back.

"Do you want to help her, at all?"

"The only thing I can do for her now is accompny her to where we both agreed she would end up eventually. We knew what we were signing up for, the two of us."

His wife let out a sudden trembling ease of a whimper that left her lips, her head titled forward as her body shook under the sudden spasm that took over her body, the muscles on her shoulders sticking outward as her body titled down to her chest. Your head titled down as you continued to speak to her soflty, words comng out in coherent as your fingers kept gripped onto her wrists, the urgency of your words meeting into your eyes as that softness that had been what had saved Bojack and had allowed him to see the power of being loved by somehting warmer than him-at least in regards to saving those of which found themselves stumbling to their need, a quality that he lacked, though he felt his own guilt, and therefore innate desire to at least somehwta reflect the worry in your eyes that came from a purity he knew he would never quite be able to allow himself to believe he could be worthy of. His eyes were only slightly mor egentle as he turned hs exapseratoon and the hevay anticpaotion of the worry of the day ahead over to the lemur, his eyes rolling over his small and shorter form that followed the party out and over to the golden carving of Bojack's gate.

"And that includes your wife looking like she's fearing for her life?" He indicated his head over to where his wife was keeping her sickly body against your palm. "You sure you don't want to help her to the car?"

The lemur rolled his shoulders, and there was something heavy and unreadable that eased across his eyes and met agaisnt the cut through of the blue fog that was still present in his expresion; and growing by the hour. But he shook his head, depsite the relentless tempration that glinted in his eyes, through the bototm of his lip gave give him away, whehter conseted to or not.

"We don't have a lot of time." He turned his eyes up to where the golden pass that was like an air bubble with its interupttion fell across the blue expanse of the polluted Los Angelees sky and the grye that made up the overpass of the day. Bojack's eyes follwoed his after his eyes finished darting over to the lemur in unceiniy, his teeth poked as he turned his eyes up to the overpass of the sky.

"Shit." His voice was reflecive, ariisic, as he allowed the full feeling of a profound full relfection ease through his body, and through the beauty he could capture through the golden end tinit of the bubble that was making its passage through the blue vision, a tinit of something that seemed espcially collected at the end of the overpass of the wave of it, did it push through the dim dark of what had been insie Bojack's hose. He winced as his fingertips caressed across his hand while his eyes turned up agaisnt the sky, feeling an odd profound sense of grief that came along with the wonderment of its observation. "That is beautiful."

"'I'd like to think so." The lemur's voice was relfective, something inside of his tone that was reflective and had a sense of his own melchloony that was deeply embedded int the grief Bojack felt just from observing it that he turned his head back over his shoulder to take in the lemur man's relfection of the expanse of eyes flicked over to Bojack, and a soft smile graze across his lips, the slightest minute end of relief that was the only thing that cut through the relfective guise of his pain as he stepped forward, arms pressed behind his back. Bojack's vulernable eys followed, teeth poked as his ears splayed back while he turned his head up and wearilye ased his eyes over the complex color of the sky. "She deserves the best farewell that someone as hopeless as me would hope to be able to give her. That's the best we can ever hope for when you find someone that you treausure as painfully as I treasure my wife. There's a certain profound freedom in cherishing someone as deeply as I've come to find her' there's something about it that's both stagant and makes the finite ineveitbaility of ever life you've loved her seem as if it's worth every suffocation you could come into. It make sit bearable, profound, worthwile, and more than that it make sit more bitter than freeing to know one day you won't be here anymore. Finding my wife was-" He paused, a soft interruption on his eyes as the blue fog of it eased across his eyes that had the same beauty that Bojack, in his own way, felt reflected in himself when he disoevrd you, though the way it appeared in the lemur's eyes had a certain profound beauty to it as his expression eased bittersweetly over his wife, who was now a few paces ahead with your hand on the middle of her back and your other palm pressed agaisnt her hand. Bojack's eyes eased down as there was a leak look of exhust in his dim eyes.

"She seems like a good woman."

"Huh?" Bojack snapped his head up from where he had been listening to you talk gently to the woman. His surprise lowered as he turned his eyes back to the lemur. "Oh. Yeah. Thank you."

"How long did it take you to find her?"

The breeze was picking up, the force of it eaed through Bojack's mane and causing the breaht to bellow further. The red fog was only becoming thicker in its dynamic as it rested above the ruslting of his high bushes, and it seemed as if its inaccessability previoulsy was now becoming more promienent as the large xpanse of the red began to ease further down across the bushes. Bojack kept his eyes on it in the corner of his expression, though he allowed the modest ease of token in the lemur's eyes and that bitterwsweetness that only came from profound love and expereicne that Bojack almost felt too overpowered te recoginze looked into him.

"I don't know if 'finding her' would be the idea of how I'd put it."

"No?" The lemur tilted his head to the side, large expanse of his eyes easing across Bojack. His eyes winced as he gave a shrug of his shouldes.

"I feel like my entire life was this, uh-" A low tone of consideration, and exhustion in his eyes as he turned his head down. "A recongization of somethhing. Of realziing I was never meant to be happy. That I wasn't put on this earth for that-and for whatever reaosn, in a wierd twisted way that made sense to me, because I always had this idea that there was some bigger reward outside of this waiting for whatever occured with the acceptance of that heaviness."

"That's the answer I thought you would say." The lemur's lips almost seemed as a sentiment of something that could be considered contnt, in that way where there was also the agreement that he wouldn't be able to make peace with that of which was in front of him; his expression was one of someone who was both being brought down into the gritty detailed reality of how things were, while at the same time having a blunt and profound gift of the fact that he seemed to believe he was being torn from known existenec and reality as he understood it. "That's the answer that I would have given my wife and anyone who asked about her; someone who was an entire embodiemnt into a lesson untilI I found the physical end result of the relentless profound grief and preperation befoe and, of course, what comes even after the rellief."

Bojack winced as he kept his hands embedded agaisnt his palms while he followed you and the wife over to where Bojack's golden gate stood, sat under the large expanse of the red hue that seemed to be having an agreement to the red of the sky and the golden bittersweet sweep through the sky.

"Where are you too going?" Bojack's innocence, for all his cycnism and his jaded wall kept from being too invested in the constant changing tide known as human emotions that he had long since kept himself from from learing how to deal without being a large part of it, entered into his tone regardless as his turned his eyes up and over to the lemur into an admitted vulernbaility. "I know I've asked seeral times, but it dosen't seeem like you've been crazy about giving a clear answer."

The lemur cocked his head over his shoulder, his eyes kepeing traced and minute towards your every movement against the woman's body as she kept her body tripped forward and to the gate.

"You're already living that answer every day. We came from the same path of trying to find a trial of our relief into what was killing us before. The emptoness is the default of existence, and therefor so is our dstruction. It becomes more obious the older and more prone to it we get, dosen't it?"

"I still..drink." Bojack pasued as he cleared his throat, his eys lowered as he pressed his fingertips across his palm in his own detached consideration while his ears flickered down. "Honeslty, everything is still the same as it was. I'm..still the same as I was. I still feel the same, every day. The same pain, the same motives, same issues."

"But there's a difference, isn't there? The difference between life and death."

"I don't know if I would be that dramatic, but-I do feel like there's something about me that's still me, the same as there always was or ever will be. But there's a-something that's there that was previoulsy just something that was another empty wieght to carry that feels like it has this full feeling to it now where there was just more to carry before. I feel it every day. t happens to affect me and comes over me in the most unimoresive moments that I would never even consider before-just these soft, stupid little issues that I made me realzie that even my sadness and lostness had this profound preperatio of joy." He shrugged, a defens ein his eyes as he shurgged his shoulders. "I don't know if there's anything about that that actually prepared me for her or if it's just me trying to compensate at this point at my age, but I do know that I felt her and saw her for everything she was in this incomprehnsive way." His eyes kept up tp you as he followd you. "I know nothing will ever chnage the apin. Of all of it. But she makes me feel like there's this viture that's jist strong enough to keep me above the pain that I know feels just perfeclty sweet enough that I would allow myself to be fully pulled down itno it if she wasn't here to make it feel like there might be something sweeter than that." He turned his head from his wife, focuing on Bojack for a moment as he kept his eyes flickere downward, though his eys kept flickeirng up to your body now and then as you kept your arm across the wife's shoulders. "When do you feel her?"

"Does it matter" Annoyance flahsed across Bojack's face, and he turned his head and his eyes snapped over to the lemur. "Are you getting in the car? Because I can drive it out to the gate if you need it."

The lemur's lips rasied for an inch of a moment, thoigh his eyes turned back to his wife as that distance was placed back in his ucnertain and icnreaisngly more fogged over eyes. "The thing about pain, and believe me when I say I feel it to its full extent and for everything it is right now, is so sweet and full of tmeptaiton towards death because its ultimatre rest, no matter else it is or isn't. I would be in the same place a syou, I would have found myself there a long time ago, had it not been for my own wife. Though I do feel it now, that exhustion, that knowing of how long it may take me to find her again, even now, as I'm loving her somehwre else, with my own hands, these very hands I'm using for us both to punoish ourselves for something we should have always had anyway. I feel it overcoming me, the sweetness of the dark yu're talkig about. What does it look like, in those small mundane minute moments were previpulsy you didn't know or even think you would have that kind of richness attrutuided to it?"

"I'm sorry, why is that something I should tell you?"

"We're on the same path, Bojack. More than you think?"

"Are we?"

There was an edge to Bojack's voice that had an extent of an edge to it; as his voice broke out, the wife aburptly tripped forward in a way that was just intense enough that it caused you to ease your body down beside her, your voice slightly more promiment for a moment as you took a minute to ease her back up. The woman's bent body tremebled, and with an ease of her hand and with some hidden words from your lips did she get her body back up again. Bojack paused as he considerd the way you carried the woman, his eyes dimmed as he watched your legs trembled across the woman as you began to take her over to where the gate wa snow notably more surrended by the red fog; for whatever reaosn beyond what Bojack wanted to understand, this time he didn't feel the need to mention it. His eyes lowered down in thought as the fresh breeze picked up again, easing across his mane and caressing acorss his cheek as he felt the power of the wind compliment it.

"When I see her in the morining." A soft spark of that softness in his eyes as the tender relfection eased across his expression. "When she holds me in the morining across that goddamn baclony where there was nothing but the same patterns of screwuing up and ruminations over and over again. She has this fragile way of wrapping her arms around my body and pulls herself into me and on my back. She does it in a way that could almsot make me feel like I'm-I don't know, precious. Like anyone could be, much less me. And this profound ehternal feeling comes over me that's beyond judgement or cycnism or even happiness itself-liket his profound leverage above themes that previously would destroy me. Like the sweet part of death that were were talking about, except this one makes so much more sense, and it almost makes me agree with there being a point to being here. With..all of it."

"And?"

"And-" His eyes turned in detached thought while the muscles on his expression tensed. "And that feels like something that's beyond what I havr a sya over. Beyond something I'm meant to understand. And for the first time, I'm even in agreemnt with that. I want it to be the case, to have something that's beyond ego or control or even comprehsnion. I think, more than anything, that's the way it should be, and she's the first thing I ever had that truly felt like..mine. Not related to ego or thought or the vaule of it being someone elses' preception. And I can't tell you how good that feels."

The lemur cleared his throat, unreadbale emotion in his expression.

"We al have that proofund humanity in us. Something akin to what we would consider a God; something inevitbale, something that is naturlaly in us from the start that only requires doing becuase its so naturally embedded in us that all we have to do is exist, and that ease is manupailted and stolen and taken from us. The ones we find that we're meant to love, for a little while, anyway; that's what brings us back to how it should be, at least for a time.

The woman turned his head over her shoulder, a sickliness cramping across her face as her eyes were hollowed into a fear, the wind whipping across her short hair as it met into the full fog of her detached blue eyes. The breeze was picking up, easing across her features and almost seeming as if it was an agreement to the way the fog was picking up with the red hue across the gate. The lemur's attention and the unreadbale emotion in his eyes turned forward, his attention and the somber caution in his eyes now fully napped back to his wife as he tilted his head upward while he met his expression to his wife, her eyes rendered worried and icnessantly exhusted as her turned her trmebling form of a profound depthful emotion over to the lemur's eyes.

"Whether or not we were ever good enough for this lfie, Hollywood, that we were made laughingstocs are trying to surivive what told us that we should eb great and cluttered our subcicnious that should have been made clear; it dosen't matter at this point. Not to me. n my wife I saw the truth that I was always enough, and we're put into the blind ofan entire popualtion that wants to turn itself away from our worth. We believed them."

The wind picked up further, and the wear on Bojack's face, despite his indeniable age was rendered into an agreement of a gift of some youth if only for the profound worry and the teder childish fear as his eyes eased over the lemur man in vulenrbale desperation. The bittersweetness of the golden bubble as it began to cross among the blue skies while eased through it was increaisng in its bittersweetness, in its demand as it crossed agaisnt the sky; teh red fog of the hue of the turning energy of the rd og previouly was now lowered into something that was a large expanse of its lfie as it stretched from the ruslting bushes from one end of Bojack's several feet gate and stetched to the other. It almost served as something that seemed like the presenation of a yawnig of an open cut through of a red fog that was now easing into a holowing welcome as the slender woman, her hand still pressed intoyour palm but her attention now turned to what seemed like layer after layer of the vortex as it eased itself above the sky and threaded through the golden gate. The woman seemd calmed almost entirley in the wake of its beastly demeand, the other hand even stbale enough as her hand reached out and pressed agaisnt the remaining part of her dress, her expression turned up as she turned her head and titled it over the layers of the red vortex as it sat above the gate.

"Connecion is impossible." Bojack's eyes were as tired as his tone as they began to break through the last few spaces and over to the gate. "You never know why someone is the way they are, and even if you do get a chance, who's to say you agree with why they turnd out that way?" His hand gestured to the lemur with a point of his finger. "There is a lot of people who would hink of me first, and I know that. But the circle comes around to everyone having their own version of it."

"That's why we hold on." His head titled further over where he was tyring to get a proper glimpse of his wife, who was taking to turning her head over her shoulder with the pain that was presnet in her eyes fully. "Until we can't."

"I think I know that maybe more than I know how to let on. She's all that's holding me on. I think she always was; the idea of her, anyway, and seeing her in every person I came to meet, everyone woman I ever slept with wa sme looking for the codes of her in someone else." His eeys turned up, detached and unfocused on anything a shis eyes flcikered in his innocent relfective thought. "Though how I came to that conclusion with every stupid, impsulive ridden thing I did, I don't know. But I think I was always searching for her. She was always my truth, or whatever it is she wants to give me, no mattter what that means." Bojack's eyes turned up as he met the lemur's eyes-or tried to, but alreayd was his focus slammed onto his wife, the soft short nature of his fure bellowing agaisnt the breeze. "Do you get that?"

The lemur titled his head toward's Bojack's direction as something that was meant to be a sentiment of agreement, thugh already had his bittersweet energy kept on hi wife. Bojack's eyes, dry and as much as he had the incessant ehavy thoughts of anixiety and the usual pain of the default he had come to learn was far from rare for any given person, adding to his apathetic feeling to it, there was an understanding to how he saw the lemur's eyes glema into something that was the most delciate and bittersweet holding onto meaning; the most delciate and ever chnaging thing to a person's life, and thereffore just as well one of the main leading factors to the gaunrtee of a person's pain, of which was why there was so much of it in every given person he ahd ever come to know.

"Sweetheart!" The lemur called as he began to pick up his pace, rushing his way over to his wife. Her head turned over her shoulde,r bitter eased across her expression and across the slender bone of her shoulder. She tripped over her feet as she tried to fight out of your grasp; your own face, wretched and pale from the amount of wear this was puttng on you depsite the mask of your denial, and Bojack's teeth poking out in tension as he watched you trip over our own feet while you snapped out your hands to try to place on her as her usdden panic, one thick enough to seem as if it came from a certan horror as her slender hands fractially attempted to snap out of your palm, her face broken out as the muscles on her face tensed as se tripped over her feet to her husband, snapping out her hands as both begant free from your grasp. Bojack's eyes eased upward and further to the red fog as it lifted agaisnt the gate, and you stepped back from the force of the woman and her splaying hands as she snapped her head over to her husband. Where there had been a druken, disascoaited conflct before there was now only a sudden desperate sense eased into the pancicked fog of her eyes as her lps trembled while she snapped her trmebling hands across her hsubands', who, for all his attempt at tyring to keep like he was keeping himself distant and in control, allowed his finegrtips to press agaisnt hers franctially as he squeezed his palms across her own trembling hands, her bototm lip quivered.

"Don't make me go."

Her voice was wrecked into such a profound desperation that it physiclaly leaked into her voice as her lips broke out and trembled wretchly. Bojack stopped in his walk as he took to resting a palm across his arm, his eyes dim as his tender expression turned towards you, eeyes winced and ears lowerd. Your eys met his and you managed a quick smile, thought it was just as fragile and had that dry world weariness to it that Bojack couldn't imagine ever not protecting.

"No1" The woman tried to violently wretch her arms out of her husband; he was speaking to her in a tone that was meant o be low, though it raised awkwarldy in his desperat epermission as it raised in his tone halfway.

"I can take care of you. Somehwere else, I can."

"I don't feel it. I don't see it. You're making it up, you're mad!" Her voice tipped out, and her eyes now somehow looked more humam with them being squinted and squeezed in her insistenc eof pain as her entire face was broken out into a twisted scowel. "These two people found their only releief in each other. The world will destroy them everywhere else!" She stepped back, a wrecthed and ugly sob leaving her lips that caused Bojack to tlt his head back, hands eased in front of him in caution of defense. "I won't do it, I won't! I'll die!"

"You'll already be dead if you stay here, lovely!" The lemur hushed his voice as his eyes snapped forward to her in what seemed like his own desperaton of his barely balance dmadness. "You have to listne to me-I love you, I love you no matter what, more than anything anyone could ever come to understand and you helpd me dig to find a raw power that only comes from the two of us and that allows us to feel like we have that power with the two of us-"

The woman wretched herself away, her arms entangled as hr face contuind to be cramped across in the ugly twist of her desperation as she tried to wrecth her body away from her husbands' words and his desaprte tried and frantic wisedom. Bojack's eyes turned up to the extension of the increased vortex of the red fog, and he stepped forward timidly towards you, the worn handsome unconventionla age of his attraction eaed into his pathetic deesperation as his own raw humanity turned and focused on the comfort of you. Your eyes turned as you made contact with Bojack, and you reached out a hand for him to take, only a soft inch of a raise of your hand as you invited Bojack forward. You were more surroudned the gate further as his timid eyes eased over to the woman. Her body was still trembling, her body wretched and witherng as much as the broken tension on her face as she withered from her husband, stepping back in the middle of what was a barely coherent clear trip over to the fog.

"Listen to me!" The lemur stepped forward violently, his hands gripped across his wife's wrists. The breaht knocked out of her as she stood rigid by the demeand of the lemur's hands. His head titled forward, intense and demeanding to an almost maddening degee that wasn't shy of presenting in his eyes. "You need to focus on what we gave eahc other. You need to remember that we are together; not in the way we can feel. You have to have faith in the inevtiable dispair, sweetheart, its the only way."

The wfe's head titled back, unfifgined with emotion. "Then what's te point?"

"We are togehter. We fought to feel one another to our full completieion. We can continue to do that togehter; we just need to have a hiccup for awhile until we can find it again."

His words were hushed underneath his breath; there was a frantic sort of violence that was coming out from the deepest parts of his voice, rasped with his worry. He continued to inch his wife forward, white knuckles on his hand giivng away the strenght of her resistence depsite the clear pain thrown in the carve of her face of her dispair.

"Do you want me to stay? Or do you need any help?"

You stepped forward, offerng the suggestion as your hands pressed nervoulsy on your elbow.

"Honey." Bojack's eyes widended, ears flicked up as his eyes turned to yours. He shook his head franctially and with inssitence as you stopped, turing your imposisbly pure depth, at least as far as Bojack was conncered in the hue of your air that spoke to him, over to him as your eyes flciked acorss his body, a certain acceptence and celeration to the pin in your eyes that Bojack himself had long come to accept as inevtibale. Still, he reached his chubby palm to your eyes, expression conflicted as he reached out a hand for your arm timdly. His head shook, softly, inssitenlty. "No."

Your head turned over your shoulder as your eyes dimmed. Bojack readjusted his palm across your wrist as he gave a squeeze that was insistent with a strain across your wrist, and though he felt your tension in response to his grasp, unlike every time he had ever reached out with the same incessant panic, there was an agreement of the tension of your body in response to Bojack, and with an ease of your body's tension did you relax back into his touch as you stepped back.

"We should let him take this." Your body stepped in front of Bojack's, his arms easing across your body in the rytham the both of your had to keep intertwined agaisnt one another in the kind of reassurance that was the only response to your worries and your bodies that felt good. Your stepped back as your allowed the back of your body to ease across his chest. Your hands eased out as it threaded across his wrists as you allowed the limp nature of your body to ease across his, the exhustion in your mood of tyring to fight for any sense of genuine change overcoming your body as you eased across Bojack's chest. "Guy is probably going to spend the next couple of days doing God knows what to appease either of themselves if there's even the slightest reason of actual reality in what they're doing."

Bojack's snout hestiated as it leaned forward to lean on top of your head, and with a pressing of hestiant embrace did he squeeze his arms across your hips. For all his dryness in the atteempt of a guise of control, he found himself turning his head to the side to try and catch the uncertain look of your eyes; the spirit of them was turning acorss the red fog and the heavy bittersweet fog of the red hue that was now surrounded against the surrounding golden gate. The woman was still wretching her body against her husband, her lips wretched and her face tense while the rip of what made a genuine sound of distress eased out of a cramped and helpess tension of her face.

"I don't know what to think."

Bojack's eyes eased down, the heaviness of his own hungover features and the tension in front of him only adding to the stretched out exhusated feeling of his air while the breeze continuted to pick up. A vauge, almost vashful shrug of his shoulders.

"Yeah, well." He readjustd his embrace to be closer by your hips. You stepped back, feeling the intimacy of his skin against your arms. "We don't have to watch whatever he's doing. We can go inside."

A scream more promiment this time ripped out of the woman and it hung in the shrill reflection of the air.

"As a matter of fact I would even recommend that we do." His snout eased on top of your head, this time with a further intensity. "And with the way she's reacting I'd think she'd agree if she was-coherent."

"No. Stop it." Her arms wretched out of the lemur's hands again; or at least attempted to, but his arms were tense on hers with his own abraisve inssitence. "I don't have to go-I don't need to leave." Her arms squimred out of his hands with a wretch of her body; only for a moment as he body was thrusted back with the lemur keeping his ahnds firmly gripped on her wrists. Her face was worn, pathetic and ugly with tension as her body was ripped forward to her husband. A pathetic, shrill sound threaded out of her twisted lips. "Stop it!"

"It won't be terrfying. You won't even leave me-I'm sitll with you. Darling-" He stepped forward further so his body, struggling across her wrists were brought towards him. Her eyes were dim and winced as her previoualy stoic feautures that had hardly been touched by a natural confidence began were eased into an undiginfied panic as the bleak of her black eyes snapped across his face. "I went everywhere to be able to find you. There's nothing that makes an indidvual feel more alive, or more the way life should be than to allow themselves to feel fully present in their reality and in their active indiduliasm. You did that for me-you do that for me every day, and you were what carried me from the aimless loathing of the dark of aimlessness and unsatidcatiory of what was with me before I found you. A person can feel the reefreshign greatness when they are turly in tune with their genuine humanity, and you've been that ffaith and that ability to retocuh that profound spritulaity through the dakr and the mundane and the aimless that has eatn so many. Don't let that be the thing that makes your head too fogged to go forward into this uncertain next space, to feel the true genune humanity and spirituality that is one another and what you've given each other this entire time. I dont want to fall into a loathing of existence so deep that I come to loath every given person that has their hobbies and way of responding to it that's an extenion of loathing so that I never feel boneded or connected to anyone again through the bridges I've had of needing to be able to find you." He was struggling with her arms as they trembeld and struggled with one another with her actively fighting agaisnt her husband's hands, and his head was titled across her face as he watched her once reflective face squeeze into a tremble and an ugly mock of the ease of her trmebling lip andd the wretched disgsut across her feautures.

"it dosen't make sense." Her head turned doenward, the minute muscles on her face trmebling as she turned her head doenward, and her wrists cramped across her husbands' hand.

"In order to have somehting great you have to be willing to overcome the unconvetional roads to discover what that is. We can do that, sweetheart-we will do it. But we have to be willing to take the steps to get to the point of where we find each other."

"And if I end up lost?" The twist of her trembling expression snapped up to her husband. "In the wrong lfie, somewhere were you aren't-what then?"

There was a pause that came from the lemur at his wife's uncertain question. Bojack could tell that there was a bleak, uncertain, and, admittely. an empty defeat across his feautures at her question. His head turned down, large ears twitched as his head eased down from her wrists. She was trembling less now, though there was still a sickly urgency and something desperate agaisnt her eyes. She snapped her head over to where you and Bojakc stood acorss from the lemur's shoulder, the fog in her eyes fully turned blue and seeming the human sentiment of the red fog that was eased with a hue against the red sky.

"I think you need to go." The lemur grazed his hand agaist his wife. The wa becoming more promiment as it eased against the golden gate. The woman instantly jolted back into her dispair, her body jumping as her twisted desperate eyes focused desperatly on her husband.

"Are they going the same place I am?" She indictaed her head to the both of you, quickly, and sickly. Bojack rasied a finger to try and come up with a response, but the words died on his lip as he saw the lemur turn his head shaprly over his shoulder, as if to serve as a warning to either of them.

"They're on a different thread of finding one another. They've both had to go an incredibley long and specifiifc road to find each other-the same way as you and I. Their vision wasn't made for anyone other than each other, and nothing but the most profound lonlienss that comes with indidvualism will ever chnage that. People are as they are, and through the empiness and the lonliness, I promise I'll find you and come to you, time again and again."

Bojack winced as he turned his head up over to the red fog; it seemed to be increasing in its hevay intensity agaisnt the gate as he turned his eyes up to it. The red seemed to be increasing in its heaviness along with its demand. Bojack's eyes lowered into an increased fear of his own as his focus honed in on the separation of the he of the fog that was a more watered sentiment of the polluted grye clouds in the sky. The red and intensity of it was increasing, and there was something that was the sentiment of a form of a red layer of something stacked on top of one another; from the vision of looking at it, it seemed to be something akin to a large hole of a demand coming from wherever it had orgianted from, though from he feling of being around it, it felt more of somehting that was a phsycial feeling; maddening, detached from what was surrounding it, a weariness of exhust that seemed like a permisison to detach from the earth and its contant unsatsfcaotry nature as it was; but beyond tjhat, an indeniable fear of the unknown.

"Whatever it is, it dosen't seem like you should wait around for..too long." There was a timind apology to Bojack and it reached the burning of his puffy eyes while he turned his cueless apology to the two of them.

"What would you know about it?" The woman spat, enough that Bojack turne dhis head back at the fire in her eyes. You squeezed your hand across his wrist in an attempt of reassurnce.

"Jesus. I don't know. I know that there's a time limit that your husband isn't shy about mentioning-" He waved his hand in front of him in dry sacrasm. "If you really wanted-"

"Dont." There was a squeeze of your hand across Bojack's wrists, and you heard him give his own akward clumsy hiccup as his eyes turned down to the fragile of your body and the uncertain but edged caution of your words.

"He is right." The lemur's tone was relfective, exhusted but with a tint of his own somber acceptece as he turned his head up. Thje golden overpass of the sky was still reaching across the Los Angeles blue of the tint of the sky, as vivid and as wlecoming towards the day of the city as much as any day ever was, and Bojack turned his head upward as his ears flicked down over the intimation of the sky while it passed over the clutter of the city buildings. There were several distant helicoppers that were easing across the front of the cluttered buildings of another day within the constant moving city, the thing that both woke Bojakc up to the only thing that matterd, the essence of the bittersweetness of a lifestyle that, as empty and as bitter and as challeneging a sit could be, had been the truth of his existence at his core that had led him to his holding of you now.

"Can they see this?" His tone was soft, inquired as he turned his eys up to the sky.

"It will be all over the news. All the empty people that you ever wonder about meeting that you start to realize never bothered to truly dig inside of themselves to find any genuine connection, huamniyu or even unquieness; you feel their emptiness and how its suffcoated themselves throughout their life until not even they can reconginze who they are anything, and they ddi it to themselves. At leas tit makes the busyiness of finding someone who did do that deep, profund earhcing enough to where you broke the odds of your seprartion ad found one another has the time it requires as somehting far from missed with the time you would only feel with those who have long since accepted their complaceny."

"It's going to be on the news more than likely, right?" Bojack's tone was shy but stepping towards one uncertain inquiry to another. Your head turned back as your body leaned across his palm, your fingertips tapping on the edge of the softness of his wrist in your own nervousness that came with the looking out of the unknown.

"It will. All day today, more than likely. There is one anoher time in another life where the fog of my memories when you detach from a life is able to come to the forefront a tab, and I can remember breaking the law of the life I had to force myself through to get to my wife and to find our humanity that we both fought for. They like to label the golden empass as a sdie effect of the drug overdose; which, at it's core, is just people going in the wrong direction of what's wrong wth them."

"Can't imagine anyone I know like that." Bojack's dry tone was the only thing to dissipiate agaisnt the fog. He turned his delciate and bittersweet expression up to the sky in a relfective melcholony as his snout rested on top of your head. "For the first time, it almost dosen't feel so bad-the entire lost thing and putting in effort just for the sake of it. That empty phsilopshy almost seems worth it, for once. The entire drama of last night, dealing with the bullshit today adn well into whatever weird person remmevers it a few decades from now. At least we got our point across last night."

The embrace of his arms around your body and the soft suggestion of his fearful tone was an invinttion for him to follow you in the sweetest sentiment of feeling less alone with the execution of it. Your hands grazed across his hand, and there was a softness to his body as he rested the plush embrace of his body agaisnt yours, the curve of his stomtach easing behind your back, and beyond those small comforts was there the understanding that as fearful and as unknown as the morining was becoming, there was an indeniable understanding that you and Bojack were cut from the same genre of existence, and the odd celebration that came along with how youw ere both becoing more intimate with that you were witnessing, whether fully understood or not, it was rich in its meaning, and there was a carefreeness to it that demanded to have a feeling of a tragic freedom of spirit that Bojakc had spent near his entire life denying from himself, and it was felt fully now in response to the bittersweetness of the beauty of the goldne overpass of the sky as it eased through the sky and over the pass of another relfective day of the grey over the buildings.

"Come on, dear. Overthinking it won't stop anything. Let's do what we can."

The woman only managed a vauge breath of something that seemed the sentiment of a maddening defeat, her head titled down as the cut of her hair eased across her cheeks, her head turned down as her comfort was found with her husband easing her balance across his hand.

It was clear that she knew that she could read her husband's own panic like the back of her hand, and she knew just how intense his mood drops were, especially in these moments, and she watched his every movement, each one painting his uncertain worry while her exhusted and inhuamn foggy eyes turned up to her husband, who only offered her a curt nod of his head in his own encourgmne that seemed plently conflcited. His elbows were visible behind the fabric of his shirt, his sleeves pressed past his elbows as he began to frantically press his hands deeper down the depths of the dips in his wife's back as he indicated her to the golden gate. She knew this was one of those days when he needed to be truly listened to-needed to be helped the most; it was in the love in her eyes, and in her step that executed the most profound self control, depsite the clear amount of sacrifce and the exhustion she felt from trying to fight some clear dispair as she tripped on her feet, turning her way to the empass of the fog with a certain exhusted but mature focus as she turnned her head to the vortext.

"Hey, look at it this way." Bojack's arms slipped out from where he wa cradeling your hips. You turned your head up as you watched him while he began to walk his way to the woman, his own hand firmly pressed on your hand as he played with his wirsts while walking to her. His hand was embodded in yours in a fashion that suggested that he was waiting for you to follow with the agreemtn physically that it was a good idea; after a moment of standing in place, you allowd yourself to follow behind him. "If you stay here woth your husband, and I'm sure that knowing the way he's talked about you that he knows what he's talking about, then you're going to have to deal with the possibility that it was the wrong thing and all the empty days and doubts that came after it." His head titled to her, eyebrows rasied. "Is that really what you want?"

"What? Don't be crazy."

Her voice slurred, words leaving her mouth a little too quickly as she allowed her head to turn over her shoulder, the sharp edge of her chin snapping over to the fog. "I know this is the right thing. I knew-" Her lips trembled as her teeth grazed across her lip. "I knew it was from the start, from the moment I realized what existence was and not what I wished it was. The way finding my husband was someone and somehting I felt that allowed me to fall into that peace of fully letting go and being in the moment beyond worries or overthinking-carefree, so unque that no one could ever hope to pin it down, the way it should be. Beautiful, present, and full og a unque life."

"Exactly." Bojack's expression and his tone were far less convincing that he believed what he spoke than he let on; his arms were crossed as his expresison turned down into an odd apology that enterd his eys. "So just-go do something, okay? Let your husband decide what he thinks is good-Espcially if you believe it, which clearly, to some extent, you do."

The woman shook her head, a bitterness to the raise of her lip as the bop of her hair eased aross the wind. "You wouldn't know anything about it."

"True. But-I do know that I see two people who believe in what they're talking about, and I have come to learn in my own specific way how important that is."

The woman's profile and her expresion that was tense in her mock disarray of her own disgust was partly hidden as she turned her face away, her slender wrist coming to wipe across her lip as she pressed her wrist beside her mouth-a laugh escaped out of her mouth, and there was something incredibly exhused and edged with a certain espcially exhusted defeat as she pressed her wrist across her mouth, her profile illumanited by the richness of the increased goldne sky. Bojack's eyes were one of unknwoing helplessness as he watched her, and his eyes flicked to you, face worn and eyelids hung in hevay disappointment.

"I didn't even want to be doing this." She laughed, bitterly. as she wiped what must have been the trail of tears easing down the pale of her cheek. "I never did. I wanted my hsuband and my one, I just wanted my humanity."

The woman practically choked on the words as she continued to search through the stack of the fog that was eased above the relfection of Bojack's gate. Her eyes turned over to her husband, her expresson exhualted into an accepteance of exhust as the heaviness of her expression met into the lemur's eyes. He chcukled, bittersweetly as his hand pressed against hers in his own exhusted and agreeable enocourament.

"I know that you're not going to want to put up with the way that I'm about to do all this, sweetheart. My advice-just go. Do something else. Anything you need; even though we'll lose this life togehter and this specffic road and version of who we are, we will still find one another at the end of it, and we already have and contuine to do so, even now. We're not losing one another even when we are. The rarest thing in this world is to fight against the inner complaceny agaisnt this world that allows everything except for being human in the way we need, crave,, and the both of you woman, the two of you in kind, showed both Bojack and I what that means-far more than most we'll ever meet, have shown us that. The two most undesering cods, and we found it. We are incredibky small, even now and have been in our lives, but when we found the core essence of the two of you for ourselves, whatever minute and eccentric terrible niche corners that come from life and the wrecking of it was soothed, at least for a while. This world has a qya of wrecking even the most pure of innonce, and we'll be forgotten and are impossibly small, nonexistent, for while we're here; but at the two of you do we have our core."

Bojack's eyes rasied down, heaviness on his feautures of his shy and detached type of regret.

The woman's lips rasied up bitterly, complimenting the sharp extension of her face. A broken laugh trembled out of her lips as she turned her head over to Bojack's gate, and though there was a profound sense of a grief in her voice as she allowed the sound to leave her lips, a new sweetness eneterd her face that came along with the reward of freedom.

The lemur turned his head as he looked over at Bojack. "Do you mind?"

"Oh." Bojack's ears flciekd up as his hands eased up and cramped across his chest. His eyes flicked up as he turned his head to the gate. His eys flicked over to the lemur on question. "Are you sure?"

The lemur nodded. "Time's running out." His hand turned to his wife, and his large eyes seemd to speak the promsied sneitmnet tha he wuld only focus on her as his hand grazed across her palm. "You are my clairty, In this world its so easy to become imposisbly wrecked and ruined with every minute flaw of our minds and the world. I've existed because of you-I've been true and rich."

His voice was full of a violence desperation that would have been wounding towards her, had she not known him better than that.

Bojack felt a slighty curve tug on his lip as he walked his way to the gate, head turned oer his shoulder as he made his way to the small metal box that sat beside the gate. There was an attempt to light the mood; he felt his own abraisve clenching in his chest as he watched the two of them, and the tension of your own swaying body and tension of your worried feautres as you watched him make his way to the gate. "You and everyone else. At least you managed to mke it this far, right?"

"We're the only real power we ever had. I've seen how terrible the overscope of existence is; innocence, and the way we've felt holding onto one another is the only hope there is, if there's any room for overstepping the curpption."

"I know what you mean." Bojack's eyes turned over to the small box beside the gate as he kneeled down in front of it, his eyes turning over the burttoms as he lifted up the glass, pressing his hand onto the green buttom as the gate began to rumble with its electric reponse. The fog and the strnage welcome it had from the staircase effect of lending its way fully over to the red fog and the spaces between the steps that seemed to form in its guiance turned forward as the fog began to detach itself for a few seconds across the moving golden gate as it began to umble in its response, the gate turning as it began to groan in the noise it only had in the early mormings of the memories that used to encapulate the majortty of Bojack's early morinings, when his thoughts had still been impossinly fogged, his mood een more detached from any postiive feeeling, diseayed into a fog of disasscated agreemnt as the day had started its impulsive toll, in his cas eon thise morinings, the previleged of riding through the roads in the early morinign after a night that had alsmot always felt far from human as he had pased through the always walking city before it had begun to wake.

"You don't. But I know that once you do, you'll see the full scope of everything for what it is and how it always has been; and there will be a lfie to the suffering you'll see long after."

"Well, dosem't sound any worse than any slew of sudden negatve thought or of what I expereinced last night, so, all things considerd, I'd think its safe to say that I understand what you mean. Joke, by the way." His tried eys turned up to the lemur as he began to walk his wife over to the gate. Bojack's hands were cramped across playing along with the various buttons that to this day had been more used by woman he had just slept with, their mascara smeared and their lips numb from the amount of the empty dstractions tjey had granted one another, and there impulsive laden desperation to leave in the morining before they had been met with an eargly unkind word. "You don't have to take it seriously. Just trying to ease up the tension."

"I wouldn't dream of worrying about anything than what I've had to, and what I do now. Yesterday's worries and yesterday's worries."

Bojack's eyes, exhusted and bittersweet followed the couple, though his main focused kept comig back to you, his eyes, wondering and focused as they kept on your body and the worried pale of yor expression. His eyes lowered as he felt your air, not unlike the same kind that had come from the woman's distress that had occured in the dim dark inside the house. "No kidding."

The lemur was guiding his wife over the pass to the gate, Bojack eyes following their own struggling dynamic as he kept his bittersweet focus on the swaying of her body. "Come on, my dear. We'll be alirght yet."

"Is there a chance it could be too late?" Her voice was eged, her eyes worried into a way that onl occured when someone was covinced they were attheir end; her sharp head was turned up, her feet stepped back.

"Too late if we continue to hesitante." There was genuine urgency in the lemur's tone. Bojack's eyes turned down, somber, as he eased his hands on his knees and began to rasie himself up with a wince, walking his way back to your body as his hand threaded between your own. The woman was tripping over her feet, and a deep sense of exhusted denial was in her eyes, even as she seemed too defeat and exhusted in herself to allow herself to turn away from the insitence o fher husband.

"I know that it feels terrible-but remember how good it felt. This part is meant to feel terrible; its how we'll find one another in the next life, and how we love one another now. Somewhere, we are sharing in a life that we have together fully and almost terrribly in how true it is; its in your subcicnious. Keep on that."

The lemur bean to lead her to what looked like what was the first step of the red fog, for lack of a better defintion, tje rd fog starting to rest in front of the driveway and it rested in between where there was now open space where Bojack's gate had been sat a second before, the metal rails now succombed on the inside of the metal bars where they had disappered inward for the time being. Bojack settled for crossing his arms as his eyes turned over the gate. You stepped forward, and with a pale hand did you reach out and press it between the welocme of Bojack's arm.

"I'm glad I was quality enough to be able to find you." Your eyes were focused on the couple, but all the emotion in your eyes snd your tone were directed to Bojack. Your cheek leaned on his shouler. "No matter what is or isn't true."

Bojack's eyes eased down to te varie pebbles that made up his driveway, relfected by the red hue of the fog.

"I am too."

"I'm not going anywhere." The woman stated the words firmly, enough to drag Bojack's attention back up to where her body was twisted in her frantic insistence, her head turned to her husband where her ankles were now twisitng onto the fog. Bojakc closed his eyes, reahcing out a palm as he eased it across his snout while his muscles tensed. Your head turned as you stretche and emotive eyes met his conflict. "God."

"We can go inside." The reminder of his previous statement caused Bojack to open his eys, minute and detached as his fingertips led away from his snout for a moment.

"It's not so much the fact of how long they're taking on their eccentric high trip to get out of here as much as it is the fact that someone who feels the same way I do about finding you is so clealry making a consistent ass out of themsleves, espcially when it comes to reason." His head turned to you, hand leaned on his other arm that lied across his chest while his hand forze by his snout in an exasheted gesture. "Not too bright about our future, is it?"

"Not unless you want me to. I want to help you, baby, jst like I always want to." There was a firm conviction inside her voice; one that spoke that she often knew his intentions better than he did-or the thought was the only thing tha was saving her. "We cam figure this out. Beig remarkbale is lonely, isn't it? Or anything outside of the normal." Her hands gripped across her husband's arm, even as he himself contuined to ease her up the stairs, her body trembling, her face broken into a tense of desperation, her slender body once grand now semeing pathetic and desperate as the red fog contuined across her body. "It's not fair we would have to have all this richness and lose it in the one marriage where we can have it been as fully as ever, and all for insisvble ruels of existence that aren't evne here to tell us direclty what they are and aren't."

"Do you want us to help?" Bojack's hands threaded across yours in an attempt to soothe you, though it was clear that his dispotion was breaking under your touch. Your head turned as your eyes gazed over to the lemur. He snapped his head downward to his wife's hands as he tried to stablize her, but her body was twisting under his touch and her face wrapped into a desperate mocking of her expression and in her broken desperation. Her body wretched as she gave another scream that eased out of her trembeled lips, the lemur giving an abrupt shout from his mouth as he jerked her back into his touch.

"You're almost there. I'll be there. I'll be somewhere, the same way I am right now. I'll be wherever it is where you go-maybe not here." His palm reached out to caress across the side of the woman's sharp cheek, her face still scruntched as she shook her head frantically while her face was scrunhced in her worry.

"I"d rather be exhusted. I'd rather be exhusted and give up. Please-" She reached out a trembling hand as it gripped across her husband's palm. Her fingertips were sweatng and trembling as she readjudted her palms and gripped across the lemur. He turned his head down, his other palms gripping firmly onto his wife as he gripped his palms onto her skin. Her face was kept broke out inot that complex emotional desperation. She shook her head, clearly in reponse to whatever the lemur was saying to her as he talked lowly with his head turned down, muttering under his breath as he trid to talk reason to her while keeping her body firmly stood agaisnt his hands.

"We knew this would happen. We're not the last-and we're far from the ones that will leave the worst mark of it."

"Please don't." Her mouth tremebled again as her hands readjusted with her hands gripped across her husband's arm, and, for all that the lemur was trying to keep himself stood upright and to soothe her and to seem like he was in a sense of control along with her did he began to ease her forward and to the red hue of the fog. There was a deep and incessant, almost demeaning broken feeling that came along with a profound and deep sense of dispair and of ache of loss that Bojack only got the vauge idea from, and even then only from how long he had loved you and the brief instances every now and then where he felt the idea of what it would feel like to lose you, an incomprehsible heavy sense of complciated loss. His hands pressed across your hands as he pulled you back into his embrace again, trying to keep his will to not crumble under the tension over the air as he pulled you back in.

The lemur continued to ease his wife's body further to the red hue of the fog, and her feet stepped back as she allowed herself to be brought over through the height of the stepping of the fog while she allowed her body to be pushed forward to the steps of the ar that suggested an emotional hue of that contuined grief.

"It's alreayd killed me. The most terrfying thing; something as delicate as much as emotions pulling you off and destorying you, the fact that the spirit can be enough to kill you."

Her face furrowed as her lip twisted whlle it broke out into a trembling exhust again, her head turned down as her husband kept his palm eased acoss the side of her face. Her eyes flicked up again, looking at her husband throgh the inhuman fog of her eyes as her face continued to break out into the emotionla tension and treamor of her expression as she leaned her sharp cheek across her husband. Her mouth spoke something of a delciate exhust that met into her eyes as she met her husband's, her hands gripped across his, and there was a moment of understanding between them as he offerd her one more silent word before she began to step bck furhter into the hue of the red fog, not because of but depsite her fear. An understanding eased acrpss her delicate feautres.

"Should we stay here?" Bojack turned his head over his shoulder as he watched you with that timid quesitoning in his eyes. Your fingertips eased acrpss her palms, exhusted worry present in your expression.

"I think this is bigger than anything we either do or don't do."

"Yeah." The word came out as a chuckle from Bojack's lips, peptimessetic and exhusted as he felt your body ease further across his body, your arms settling for pressing acorss his hips as your cheek rested across his shoulder."I guess that is one wya of looking at it."

The woman's hands began to ease out of her husband's palm, her hands trembling even as her face was scruntched into her expression as she steppd her wya further into the hue of the clouded fog. You heard a light hissi of emotional tension ease out of the woman's lips as she stepped her way further back and into the red fog. Her hands were cramped and her fingertips eased into her palms, her face tense in pain as the fog began to ease across her air as she stepped through the gate. The lemur turned his head over his shoulder half a second, raising up one eyebrow as he darted his eyes over at between the two of you, Bojack's teeth poked and his fingertip rasied up in question as while he had is mouth half open to ask whatever came in his well meaning but panicked mind.

"Thank you, the two of you." He nodded as he began to step forward to the red fog, though he reached into his pocket and flashed his palm against his keys, signifyig that he was planning on driving his car home as he pressed the button to open it up. "Once you realize that everything ends in a stagant uncaring anyway, you start to realize that ego and excitment are a niave and useless quaility-after that, its just the soft, slow apprecation for what you have for one another and the gradual following into it and apprecating the relief for what it gives you while you have it."

Bojack's eyes lowered, and though there was a dryness of exhust to his eyes, there was a small rasie of his lip in apprecation as he gave him a tilt of his head. "Well, you're welcome." His eyes darted down as he met your expression, your eyes turning up to mee tht temporary sense of home his air gave you. "I guess we can both start thanking anyone who will make these next few weeks bearable." He gestured to the lemur, kindly. "Thank you for being an expereince I can almost say was worthwhile at the end of all that."

"Depsite our past togehter, drinking, vomting, losing our minds togehter every night with meaninglessness, I would sya you ulaitmely proved yourself far more worthy and impressive long term."

Bojack's ears flicked up. "Yeah?"

"You felt every reason to fele terrible, to give up and to not feel anything, and I know we both did for a long time-but the fact that you came out of the other end of what would have eaten other people alive and have-in that sense, we've already come out in the way that matters."

Bojack's eyes turned to where the slender woman's body was easing through the hue red fog. His palms caressed on yours as his eyes watched the way her slender body eased through the red fog, eyes wincing as he watched her.

"I don't know if I would feel too confident. We've only been trying it for-" He paused as he thought over the measure of time, his worn, vaugely crossed eyes turn down to you as your head turned up to his own, his eys owered in the truth that there was hardly, if any, releif or anything genruiley truthful or meaninful other than what you gave each other. "-A few months."

'But longer for the longing, and that's where the endurance lies.

Bojack winced as he watched the lemur. "Is it?"

The woman was turning her body through the leverage of the red hue of the fog, and though there was no sign of her being carried through the fog other than her walking out through the gates of Bojack's driveway, her arm reached out in front of her as she walked her way over to the street, her sharp face turning from one side of the street and over to the other as she started to walk her body outward to the neightboorhood. The fog was picking up, right along with the way her body seemed as if it was spamsing every now and then as the bleak empty fog of the enegry picked at her skin and across her body. She seemd accepting of it, or tried to be, her body trembling under the force of whatever it was that was aggrevating her body as she continued to walk her way ot to the street. The fog was increasing, the red of it seeming dragged along with the long golden bubble of the broken open space of the sky as it continued to thread through the blue sky; the limit of the red hue and what seemed like the undertrail of the red hue was being dragged under the golden empass of the sky, and beyond it, a black dim for the day that sggested weather that was a mundane as grey clouds that surrounded the front of the sky as the blakc grey cloud eased through the expanse of the sky following behind.

"Are you sure that's supposed to happen?" Bojack have a timid breath, his eyes turned up as his expression eased over to the black sky. His head turned as he looked over at the following of the black that suggested what looked like another cloudy grey day. His eys winced as his expression followed the clouds as they rasied across the buildings.

The lemur turned, and the wind picked up as it eased across the small fur on his body. His eyes were wide as he turned his head over his shoulder and to where his wife was currently balancing on the balls of her heels, her sharp neck turned back as her eyes fluttered closed at the feeling at the increased demeaning breeze across her body while the wind turned across her slender form.

"We waited a long time. She needs to be brought into the fog, she need sto foucs. She needs to be brought into another life-" His voice cut off as he turned aorunf entrely, Bojack's worried eyes on his modest face turning to meet your expression as his palms caressed your hand while his ears splayed back.

"Keep your focus on! I won't be able to find you if you keep yourself distracted!"

He practically spit out the words as he yelled them to his wife, as if venom had been stroking into his bloodstream just from speaking. Panic began to encumber where there had been the intention of trying to keep himself calm and focused previously, tripping over himself as he began to rush his way to where the woman's body was twisted while standing in the middle of he red, the red increasing, and the vivd look og her body being just as tnagaible as it was as before, but her body spasming and with there being hitches to her body as she spasmed through the hue of the red air. The lemur's breath was becoming rasped and labored along with a deep breath as he turned way back over to the edge of the golden gates. Bojack's ears flickerd fully as his eyes were hollowed and and promienet in his worry as his eyes snapped up, pupils dialted as his teeth poked.

"Clearly this isn't going the way he thought. Now he's probably going to make this a whole thing." His eyes met yours as a last recheck as the muscles on his face tensed. "Incredible."

"I'm going to the gate. Be by him."

"What?" Bojack's eyes widened, hollowed as they buldged out of his eyes, worn expression breaking out in surprise. "No! Who knows what they hell kind of chemicals or god knows whateve else they put in whatever is around that woman."

The wife stood rigid as she heard her husband's response. She gently pressed her fingers up against the side of her cheeks-something that she normally would have done with her own husban'ds hands, but for the time being she only had herself to lean on. How Bojack was aware of that was something that was as beyond his comprehsnion as much as the face that he was taking in that thead of fire an chemtiry that only happened to people who were on the same wave length that had led to the profound sense of loss, depseration and grief that was coming from the lemur man as he tripped over his feet and gripped his hand ccross the gate, his body lenaing down in what seemed more like emotional panic than it was something that was from physical labor. The woman's face broke out into a further sense of maddening grief as her pale finegrtips gripped across the pale of her sharp cheeks, her mouth twisted and full of grief as her palms pressed down on her skin.

"It's already been too late." Her mouth was twisted down in a profound sense of twisted grief. "We did everrything wrong. Those words, everything you ever said to make yourself feel like you were apart of the pain-you need to hang onto it."

"We both feel what's going on well enough." Your head turned up to Bojack, and there was an emtional understanding in your eyes as you met Bojack's timid expression.

"Yeah, but-" His ees flicked to the lemur as he watched the spasm of his wife through the fog. "Why foes that have to be our loss?"

"It's something we can learn from?" A small edge to your eyes as you began to step forward, your eyes darting up to Bojack in an abraive insistence this time. "We've both spent our entire life alone to get to this point, didn't we?"

"Ok, yes. What does tht have to do with egtting caught up in thier mess?"

"Through that we both learned, as much as the human spriit is able to stand or know, anyway, what it feels like to know that we can carry ourselves with nothing but what we give ourselves and the stories we told ourselves to, eventually, lead to one another-and that was all we ever did need. Anything else was excessive or just a distraction from what life is about."

"That is...true." The timid apology n Bojack's face when he didn't know what to say in the right fashion eased across his eyes as his expression turned away from your eyes. "But, once again-" He lifted his finger as he watched you begin to step further to the gate, his hand in yours being the only consent that he was willing to follow. "I see very little, if any, reason as to what that has to do with us trying to make a more complciated day, with a still fresh marriage, forcing ourselves to be apart of whatever these two got themselves into."

"What would you describe it as?"

"This? Excessive pollution, and these two as the hangovers that respond to it." He tripped over his feet as he began to follow you, not dare even considering the idea of defying you as he allowed you to walk him through the rest of the space of his driveway. "Seems like the more clear headed explaiantion to me, and I'm not even clear headed."

For all of Bojack's attempt at being even remotley someone who not only wanted to convice he felt was right to you, but also himself, he kept following your step over to where the lemur was rocking across the golden metal, his body swaying while cramped forward. Bojack was giivng his own small sounds of his timid question as he flet your hand eased across his palm, himself stepping forward as he began to walk to the gate with your hand guidning him. bomb had exploded, and there was no way of touching him without getting hurt. He could feel his own discomfort increasing as he began to follow you towards the gate, the muscles on his face easing into a tense cramp as he stepped beside you so he could at least try to meet your eyes. The heavy bittersweetness, a profound black defeat and a feeling hat was sweeping over himself and rederning himself into a fully sweep empty of defeat of inhumanity that he knew far too well for himself, and felt a disgusted dispair at for feeling for you, came over him, enough that he reached out his hand to caress against both of your fingertips. You turned your head up to meet Bojack's soft eyes and the uncertain rich insistence in them as his fingertips caressed across your hand.

"Look, honey, I get that you want to feel like we're doing something for them. But if there's any chance that this is getting to out of hand, I'd feel better if-"

"Don't!

The wife surrounded by the red fog had her voice spew out as her tone snapped into the air, the desperation of her voice cutting through the fog and casuing Bojack's eyes to widen as his head snapped over to where he heard her voice snapping through where there had been the ethernal hesitance of the fog a moment earlier. Bojack's teeth poked out as his hands gripped furhter on your palm subcicnioulsy, your head turned over your shoulder as you began to step fiurther to the scene of the lemur turning his eyes over to his wife as he tried to stand himself upright from where he was leaning across the balcony.

"It dosen't have to be too late. I won't lose you in every life!"

"You wanted this." Her bare feet were stepping back and through the red fog, her body turned back as her face was cramped up in her minute tension. "We both asked for this."

"We got caught up! That's not the same thing!"

"Christ." Bojack's eyes hollowed as his head tilted while watching the lemur make his way over through the gate. Through the sounds of the lemur and the vauge sobbing of the wife was there the brief instance of such a profound loss of the intimcy that bojak had dared to allow himself to open up to the past few months, and even just at the sggestion of the loss did he feel something sigfifgent be taken away from him. His hand reached out as his palm shyly, but inssistnly and just gentle enough to be romantic, turned across your cheek; you complied as your eyes turned up to Bojack. "Honey, we need to get inside."

The lemur's body was stepping forward, body hunched forward as he walked through her and over the fog. His head turned up as he tried to keep his eyes connected to the foggy blue tint of his wife, and with the vauge hevay sense of his breath and the shaky labor of it he stated, after a moment of intense and panicked thought, voice gentle but firm. "Not at all. I always found it ironic when it comes to human nature that they run away from what is the most true to our experiences; which is almost always pain. You need love the most right now, sweetheart, not less. I was wrong, the timing is a bit off-but we don't need to let this destory any chance that we have of being together snd what that looks lile. I won't alllow it. You are my carrying lfie and essence-everything is just a cheap and superficial distractoon at best. I won't survive this."

"Yeah?" The woman snapped back at him without a moment's hesitation. "We both knew this was wrong. We both wanted this. The timing is off. I felt it last night, the dread that we would calulate this wrong or that it would go terribly wrong, somehow-and even now I feel how much I love you, and I would want even this devestation over the idea of never having it. But we screwed up!"

The lemur's eyes quickly flew back over his shoulder, his eyes pinning between the two of you in what seemed like a panicked despertiion. His cheeks were flushed, the skin underneath his fur pale and something that almost seemed unreconixable compared to the previous attempt at any control in his eyes.

"The two of you. Did say anything last night? Anything about the thought that she had the idea that this would go wrong?"

"Your wife?" Bojack's eyes were exhusted, and there was a sense of edge to the emotion in his words. "She said a lot of very crazy things that were impossible to understand or follow, yes."

"She talked about the both of you coming here for some rellief." There was a little more forgiveness in your tone as you spoke frantically. The lemur's eyes snapped over to you, a madness glinted in his expression as his eyes eased across your tone. "That was all. She didn't say anything about leaving or what that meant."

The lemur's head snapped over his shoulder as he turned his head back over to his wife. Her head was ducked forward, her fingertips pressed deeply into the cheeks of her skin as she bellowed her head forward, her slender body rocking under the pressure of her spasming and her palms that were gripped across the top of her head.

The fire in the lemur's eyes was flared up into a further madnesss in his specifc way of how he carried himself in his sudden erratic desperation; he tripped over his feet as he rushed his way over to the gate, teeth clenched. The fog was increasing both in densitry and demand as the thick of it increased, and through what small hints of the woman's pathetic and trmebling form that could be made out was she starting to ease further into herself, the bleak back emotional dispariaity increasing as ithayt thick emotional hue continued to ease itself into the center of the majorty of the air. The lemur's stout body was stumbling over his feet, the mad look of his sudden deserpation and fight burned into Bojack's memory as he saw himself rushing over to the red that made up the entrance.

"All things considerd, I'm amazed no neighbor has showed up to complain yet." Bojack's head turned to you. "Can you see this?"

"As much as anything." Your eyes turned up to the helicopter; there were several that were already starting to surround themselves in the general compact area of the golden light that has now reache far across the blue tint of the overpass of the blue sky. "I don't think we'll be the center of attention today despite whatever people might try to spread today."

Bojack gunted as he turned his head back to where the fog was increaisng. "If nothing else."

The lemur man was tripping over his feet as he threw his car keys to the side. His head was turned up helplessly over the front of the red sky, his body tripping over himself as he tripped over his feet and seemed to be frantically turning his eyes across the front of the red light of the sky. His body turned to the side as he rushed his way over to the side of the gate, tripping over his feet as he rushed his way to the other side of the entrence, tunning his head behind his shoulder as the maddening glint of his eyes relfected aross the desepration in the side of his panic as he continued to ruh his way through where the fog seemed to reach a vaugely understood end with the way it was compact and surrouned around the woman, the red of it adding to the paint of implosive flair in his eyes.

"Goddammit, where is it? " His tone was unhinged and broken off.

"I think we shoud call someone. If nothing else, they can get the woman to a hospitial, and this guy can go drink off whatever episode he's having." The hand that wasn't eased agaisnt your palm was pressed on Bojack's hip as he turned his head over his shoulder with his ears lowered. "Sound like something we can agree on?"

Your eyes blinked francitally, the grief in your eyes that Bojack could feel as hevaily as much as he wanted to be in denial of it was surprounding him; he could only allow himself to feel the full sensation of it in small waves and hints; anything else was beyond what he could stand, but he could tell his the slight attempt of casuality in his tone lowered and it dimmed as he saw the dim distance in your eyes. The pain you were picking up on from the stumlbling leamur and the woman who was barley holding in her trembling and shock as her body contuiend to fight the spasm of her sickness was bittersweet agaisnt the relfection of the red hue of the orange hint of the sky that was reflected agaisnt the rest of the buildings, now wit a fire of greif to it that came along with the babbling lemur's mania as he frnactially tripped over himself like a desperate fool to come even half way to the torment of his wife's distress.

"Hey." Bojack turned to you, his body summoining to yourself as he reached out his hands to have both placed in his palms. "Don't let yourself be eaten up by this, ok? This is their mistake. We can observe it, but we don't have to be apart of it."

"They-" Your chin was delcialtey but firmly placed in Bojack's palm, and he kept his graps strained on you and he summoned you to be forced bakc to him; he tried to keep the deseprate firm grip of his hand that he knew was gaunrteed to go too far as relaxed as much as he was able, though he could feel the firm grip of his insistenc eincreaisng.

"Honey, I know, I feel it, too, and I'm telling you no." There was a firm and stout rasp to the edge of his tone that demanded you felt him with where he was at. Your eyes blinked frantcially from the red of your relfection as the woman's body contuined to become more notable from the spamsing in her body that surrounded the red of the fog-her arms were becoming less controlled from where they had least offered her the comfort of holding her head a moment before; there was an animalsitc spary of her limbs as her hips continud to spasm under the surrouding space of the fog. 'We keep eltting oursleevs get dragged under the very thing that I told you that we shouldn't be apart of and we're going to be dragged under and along with it too. And after verything you did to get me out of there?"

His head titled to you in firm insistence, eyebrow raisd, and finally your eyes turned as you met into the trembling borderline manipulation of Bojack's words as your eys blinked and settle for turning back up to him. It was clear that the woman's spasm and the way her body was surrderning herself under the force of the continyed red fog and the grief of the lemur was starting to increase and there was a distant and sickluy black of dispair and relfection in your eyes.

"Honey, I need you to do this for me. I need you to let thee guys go. We can't help them."

"But-"

"I know. But if we invovlve ourselves, if there's even anything we could ever do to begin with-we shouldn't. It'll take whatever mintue releief that we have away from one another-after everything you did-and then what?" You could tell he was attempting to be tender, despite the storms in his mind; you certainly knew how big of a feat that was, even for him, and Bojack could tell that you knew the creives of how he carried himself that he was attempting to keep himself controleld a smuch as he was able. "They made thier choice. I don't even know what that is, but, to even attempt to tyr and throw this away, after everything you did to make it not a thing. Is that what you want? For..me?" His hands gripped further on your hands, and he saw the small open of your lip of your own uncertain hestienacy to speak a protest, but it died on your lips. "When you married me, when you agreed to spend every mundane day togehter and to make that work and to make the best of it until we...whatever happens to either of us, you taught me that the only relief or joy in life is the one you make or allow yourself to believe in. In this case, I chose the former of wanting to let these guys go fully with what they choose."

"I know." Bojack felt something unclasp from his chest as he watched your insistence as you gave him a nod, reaching to the red of your eyes. His face took on an apology, but also one of boyish relief as he felt your hand squeeze on his wrist in insistence.

"Do you mean it?"

"Let me talk to him."

"No!"

His voice became pitched with an edge of insistence. You turned your head to the lemur, and Bojack felt the grasp of his hand press further on your chin, but he released his hand as he watched your intetion execute itself distantly enough.

"Can I help you?"

"Don't." Bojack's voice spoke as a desperate caution as he followed you, his hand reached out to try and ease onto yours, but he allowed you to keep walking to where the lemur was breathing with an even large larbours breath; it was coming out sickly and desperate, something that had such a disgsuting and desperate breaking to the hich of his voice and the unapologetic bloody exhust of his humanity and the pathetic lack of his own snaity or needs being met, of the barely hinged emotonal compacity that he gave himself due to his own lack of ability to be able to meet his needs that were now turning up agains this body in the most bloody and pathetic form of both his own dispoosotion of his body as the words of his wife and her equally spamsing stroke of her body was starting to strike and spasm in an action that was just as equally pathetic and broken in its maddening broken and disgysting self indulgence that was the end of any attemptt they had ever made for one another and the needs they had ever failed to fulfill. The lemur's contuinued crying and breaking out was easing out of his lips and the tripping over his feet wailing into the calls of the woman beside the fog of the red air that the wife's voice was serving as something just as maddening, an inner wall of emotional disparaging black of loathing and a lack of ability to find any sense of humanity of anything that would have guided any admirable trait-it was such a disguting deriatve of a state of two people and their failing of giving themsleves any worthwhile or admirable trait of a life that there was now a black disassciaoted profound black disgust of somehting that gatherd not sympathy, but a black, repulsive, horror and rich laid loahting that emitted itself out of Bojack's preception that was summoned from something as complex and unpredctable as the human spirit and the emotions within it, inheriently empty and unfathombly laid in complex heaviness that almost always led to pain.

"Hey-I said no!" Bojack's voice hitched up, his expression giving away helplessness as much as there was a rd glint of his own fight in his eyes as he followed your steps towards where the increased repulsive digust of the two bodies and the screeches of their tones were eaisng up into the thread of the air, mixing in with the enegry and emotion of the red fog that was emitting and catching across the cries of two people who had failed to meet their emotional needs or of anything good or worhtwhile, even inside of themselevs, the most wretched and inhuman pathetic form of suffering, and for Bojack, as his eyes darted up to where he saw the woman spasming as her body convlused into something of an imposisbly empty and black disgust, a spasm of the most incessant tragedy that no longer emitted grace or empathy, but only a deep, sickly exhusted human wretched loathing, he felt the extension beyond the purity of relief of what he have found with you a deep black fear and relfection of where he felt his own end was if he were to take the trail of the tightrope of the steps that had led him to the rare quality of a worthwhile life, even for a while.

"Let me help him say goodbye." Your hand wretched out of Bojack's attempt and gripping onto your palm, your head turning vauegly sharply across your shoulder as your eyes were glinted with an edge to your intense emotion.

"Goodbye to what?" Bojack breathed deep as he tripped over his feet, his cramped hand easing out to yours as his hand reached out to you, eyes winced in despeation. "The only thing these people are are sad people who are just a victim to the world and life of their entire exsitence. I got drunk with this man for years; he's nothing, baby. He's what I'll be if I don't keep you from going after him."

"Just let me try."

"You can't. You taught me that. Hey-"

Bojack tripped over his feet as he reached out a hand to grip onto your palm again, attemping to have a natural reaction to what was around him and to detach himself from the heainess of his own bias and his laothing around him; something that seemed like an impossible task, but th protetction he felt, the way your slender body as it was traced by the red of the bittersweet fog around the slender sillouette of your body was the sign of the almost painful, unwanted ability of what you represented.

Bojack stopped as he paused in the tripping of his feet to try and get to you; there was something in the shriek of the voices of the woman, of the sound of the repulsive thread of death that came on the other side of someone who had failed to offer even the slightest viture for themsleevs and were now reaching rhe climatic end of what that meant; Bojack stopped in his chasing of you as his feet began to slow, his breahting coming out in broken hitches as he felt the wieght of his body catching up to him. The wave that washed over hm was one of profound humanity that was so opposite of the respulive hallowing screams and shrieks of the woman as her body contuiend to convulse more intensity through the fog, her arms snapping out and her thighs twsiting under the wieght of the fog, bones sticking agaisnt skin as she seemed ot be rendered into something borderline to inhuman; the idea of a quality life that was only made for someone who walked the thread of a the demands to be a quality person, an inheriently exhusting trait that Bojack had never felt he could be apart of; the contant demand of having to present the constant chnaging states of a human mind and the repsulivity and the unconventional parts of it not suited to the world and of the harrowing defining expectaitons of it that Bojack now, both with horror and with wisedom when he looked inside of himself and knew himself from the inside and forced himself to come to terms with, and unwittingly was aware of just from the exploration of himself from rfrom the vitrue of being himself, did he understand the idea that there would be a constant tripping over the tightrope to even come close to the word he needed to execute the ability that he was worthwhile enough for the life he could have had with you; the only thing that made a life a life, and the veyr process of exhustion he could never manage to get himself balance enough to be able to even want, or acheive, no matter the hevay constant weights of lonliness that waited on the other end of it.

it occurred to him in that moment that Bojack felt more exhsuted at trying to keep gripped onto those threads of a quality life than the life he would have had to fought for consisntely in order to stay away from the devestion of having it for a little while, only to lose it entirely; and the knowing that he wouldn't be able to stand the other side of what that pain meant, if there could be any other side of that kind of pain. He felt a heavienss come over his so deep and so intetwinted to the truest core of what he carried inside of him of the truth that was the deepest part of him currently, the consatnst changing truth of the ever chnaging preception of the inner truth of someone and their humanity that Bojakc had long since come to realize the truth of; the idea that humanity was impossibly complicated, and for a reason, and the reminder of the hard edged truth that nothing was promised to him or anyone. His hyper focus on the love you shared and the way it was focused on the specfic niche view you had of one another and the specfifc wya you narrowd life down, even his pain, to something that was simple and digestable and felt like human emotion and expereince that was just painful an comfortablee nough for him, but seeing something that widened up an empass for another's expereince that was full of impossibe incessant black pain and profound blinding new openeings of how deep the loathing and dispair of the human spirit could go was a ripping open of the shelter Bojack had given himself. and now that he was fully that full black of the truth of heaviness of just how black and repulsive the human spirit could go when something was not done right for long enough, he felt a ohyscial binding of an impossible disgust.

The weakness he suddenly felt, along with the harrowing subcicnious demands that were fogging up the back of his headspace were enough to make his steps pause in his rushing to you as he felt the way his body stood in his hestiant sudden desperation. His eyes turnd up as he felt his breath hitch, labored and exhusted, and noe extensvely defeated as he watched yourself walk over to the lemur man, pausd in his own conflcited muddy chaos as to whether or not ne should have followed you.

"All artists, actors, everything that's extended towards everything I did with my life; nothing but a pathetic sadsack trying to distract himself from his own hollowed, pathetic story." The lemur's voice was coming out wretched with that still same horror laiden repuslive pain as his head snapped over his shoulder, eyes burned up into a light as his motuth was twisted into something borderline inhuman with how dense and twisted his expression of; the deepest most profound emptiness of a black twist of digust that twisted across his face. It was enough to make Bojack feel that blakc sense of replusion again; what he had come to learn at this point in his life, "We are all people with the same needs constantly failed, and that's why people keep dying again and again and pursuing death-I don't want to do this. I won't go back to that life. Depression and pain exists for a reason, human complaceny and boredom and emptiness is all brought on by peopel's own lakc of good. I won't go back to that complacent, druken pain, I won't do it!"

"Let me help you."

Bojack could breifl hear your words, or at least the attempt of being able to reach the lemur and his twisted repulsie of his maddenign glint of his eyes as his head snapped over his shoulders. The wall of pain of which was emitting out of his eyes and the respulive air of his detached maddness that coming from a clear wall of profound pain that had been fought agaisnt in every which way of what the man could have fought for, hoped or managed; but there was no accounting reason for the way the lemur's maddening repulsive and barely coherent thread of his own grim of the lack of reward he had managed to give himself as a person was made up for in its complete and rich disgust that came from lack of humanity.

"No. Stop it-" His voice was comig out into a spitting rage, his arm reached out and over to you as he snapped his head across your palm. His eyes were ligthing up into an emotional maddening fire that was so deeply embedded inside of his eyes that the red deeply eased further into his eyes as they flared up tinot the fire of his expression, as if he had consumed the fire that was surorunde dhis wife. Bojack let out his own whimper as he stepped back, the wind picking up further across his mane as his eyes winced as he snapped his fingers on his palm, stepping back as he turned his eyes up to the red. It was a fire now, or it was a fire that was becoming heated enough that it was starting to consume the woman entirely along with the respulive desperation of her screams and the horrfying inhumanity in them. The lemur's mouth was foaming, he black of his emotion fully embedding into his eyes as the red flame flared in his eyes. "You don't get it. You haven't made the mistakes, the strecthing, the despertion to be able to find your soulmate. You found one life, you found one where you're together for a little while-but there's nothing but the inebtibaility of pain on the other side of this. There's nothing but suffering, and you'll fight and try to convince yourself there's more to life than this, but it only rolls from one place and over to the next. Be grateful that your mind will try to fog up your day to day life and the details of the constant small minute failures of your existence and the constant relfeciton of your life that's in eveyr mintue detail challneging you to be able to find that humanity that you crave to keep yourself from falling into the exhusting black that's beyond it. You won't-you'll fail. like evryone else! The human mind is limitless, just like you are, and how I ound my wife; but it never changes for the better, it never does. It never will. You go to the light of the silerv lining only the lowest in life can see, can survive from, and you do the best you can from there. You do that, at best-You find the joy beyond this earth after a pathetic and loveless life, every minute detail that makes up a person's pathetic, heavy innter toment, the bugs of the earth-you and your husband-"

His voice wretched out into a maddening sudden crack, his body lenaing forward into somehting akin to a lunge as he tripped his feet forward to your body; not as an attack, but for something that was meant for more of a sudden onslought of his apathetic uncaring towards whaever you were tyring to do to attempt to help him. Bojack stepped forward, though only a few steps, his fingertips eased on his calm a he stepped forward, then back, his ears lowered as he watched the lemur's man's voice and that wreteched hollow of his emotion break thorugh his voice. Your body slung back from where the lemur lunged at you, his feet tripping agaisnt his own body as he lunged across from where you reached out your hand to offer one minute physical grounding in the middle of his manic pshyological state. His eyes widened as he tripped his feet forward, his mouth twisted as the foam dripped from his lip as he snapped his head over to meet your eyes. Your body stepped back as your arm slased away from his body trippig forward on insticnt, his face twisted across his expression, the sickliness of emotion in his eys deepening as his body twisted across yours.

"Your wife is leaving. Like you said-" You tripped over your feet, delicaltey, with desperation as your feet followed the lemur through the gate. "This is the way it was meant to be, maybe."

"You don't know anything about it!" The lemur's voice wretched into a piercing graze of an unhinged wave of a crack of his voice, spitting out with a venom of violence. His head turned over his shoulder as the illumation of his eyes snapped over to where his wife was; that grotestue, impulsive pity of sweep eased over his face, and a jist as equally pathetic sound of his voice as the crack in his breathing and the labor of his breath were just as pathetic as they were before. "I never knew if my life was so painful because I wasn't a quality enough person to make one, or if it was because it was just the way it was."

"You can't dictate something like that." You stepped forward, your eyes dimmed in emotion and illumated by the fire encompassing the woman. "When it comes to emotions, or response to the constant changing response to life there's nothing to be done about any of it. And you don't have to."

"You're going to end up just like me. Everyone does-but it wasn't supposed to happen like this. I could take certain versoins of a dark, empty, terrible life with no will or understanding to live; but I can't take this part of the black. I wasn'y ready; this wasn't supposed to be the certain grief that I was supposed to handle."

His breath and the whimper of his pathetic and black humanity, the defnes eof Bojack's disgust for the sake of separating himself turning up into a cackle of something impossibly desperate and cracked into a tone of desperation, his head turned up as his dispair was emitted into every step forward towards the light of the red fog. The crack of his wife's voice was responding to his feet as he stepped his way forward to the red fog, his feet trembling across the front of the open gate as his head was turned up; disgust snd repulsion that Bojack felt as his fingertips eased across his wrst, his eyes hevay, and the understanding that, as it was at the core of their humanity, if thier humanity was ever truly seen at all, even for themselves, or to ever be turly seen by anyone, and the bird's eyeview that most never would, and the inhreint heaviness of life that came from the lack of ability to accept the truth, everyone ended up the same at the end.

Though you were only half seen through the red fog of the fire that was compassing around the woman, the screams that were becoming more inhuman as they slashed through the cut throat of the red sky, Bojack cold sense the tone of the trail of your voice; the black that had occured inside of the house was that one that was being transferred to the heavy extent of the fog of the red fog, a physical extension of the heavy climax that came form being on the brink of ahuman life that was losing any reasonable coherent reason for hope, as tangiable as broken body part, and as much as it was cripping and as life ending as any balnce of the human body; the spirit, just as much of a horrfying balance to be turned to a side of a wreckage after enough damange where it was impossible for there to be any reconclicaiton.

Your tone was nervous, your eyes lowered and dry as your expression met the man as his stout legs contuined to stumbke over his legs. He was falling to the ground now, his head turned up to where his wife's wofe was starting to become encumbered from the shriek of her voice, the repulsive intneisnity of expericning it for the first time enough that the imposisble repuslive misery slahse dout from the fog was one that it cause Bojack to feel a numbness in his body. His eyes were frozen on the fire, though through some of the detached fog of his own exhusted preception and the desperation of his own disgsuted and exhusted loathing did his focus turn to your expression, the flash of your eyes easing through the fire.

"Is there anything we can do to change it?" Your voice was treamored, tense, and it was almost impossible to feel any sense of relieef through the aim of the profound black human disgsut. The lemur seemed to be losing any sense of genine coherency as his body was kneeled and trembled across the front of the fire, his body limp, his body disassciaoted; but there was a cakcle that came form his lips at your tone of your words and the question, and just as maddening and just as disguting in its grotestue labor of its own heavy tragedy, now too far from pity or sympathy and noew entering a horror of profound digsust as to how things could be.

You didn't bother to mask the nervousousness; that would have bene the kind way of putting the defintion of it. There was, instead, a black fear and an understanding of that grotestuq repulsion that came from the man's wretched cries, the way it slammed itself into the air into a twisted disgust of its force into the front of where his wife's cries were following in a wretched agreeemnt, the cries of their voices coming out into a labpred and wretched empty demand of the inevtility of two people who had failed to give themseleves a quiality life. as if she was crossing a boundary. There were hardly any boundaries between the two of them; that was clear from the night before, but this morining, through the bittersweet of the red and orange light and the helicopters that were alreayd starting to increase in nymber that began to signifgy another busy day of the loud media, did it feel as if a particular wall had been built up between his own demeanor and hers thta was adding to the grotestue feeling of what came from the climax of the compleltle defeast of any genuine reilif in existence.

"Whatever it is, you're getting what you wanted."

"She was meant to stay here. She can't leave-I'll die. We missed the train, it was too late-" A wretched sob from his lips, his head snapped forward. It was a pthetic loathing, a deeply emboddied pathetic indlugence of a wretched humanity.

You rushed your way over to the lemur; there seemed to be an intention that you only wanted to get the help you wanted to give him oevr with. The lemur was rocking, wails coming from his lips as pathetic as much as they were wretched and grieving.

"Wacky insidies and souls. lost aimlesness of empty games I play all day; and the dark is what brings me to any light, no matter how deeply or how small or faded it is for me to dig inside of it to bring me back to myself. I don't know-I don't know about my life or its worth before; but I do know that that's what I have without my wife, the wrecking of whther or not I have a worthwhile life without her, the stumbling desperation and the muddy lostness that comes with having no connection, no rytham with another heart, I know thay life, the light being forced into unceirnity, with her, it is certain. It dosne't matter what I have-" A wail left his lips, trembling and cutting through the air, his palms reached forward and around his head, and his neck turned inward, his vocie reaching the most profound extnet of a cutting pathetic deeply indulgent pathetic indulgence of dispair.

You began to kneel down in front of the man, your eyes empty and the relfection of the red easing into the emotion of the depths of your eyes. You tugged on the rags of your dress, your head turned up to where the lemur was rocking, his head rocked forward with his palms grazed on the sides of his head. He was breathing heavily from the moment he rushed his way down to the pavement as he leaned his head forward to the front of his body as he rocked, his cry empty and pathetic, the tone of his wife now sounding a sif it was coming from somewhere that was ifferent from aa core source of her essence; the sounds of her tone was now resting and raising inside of the fog, coming inward and out and thradng inside of its noise and then drowining and drawning itself bsck into the turning of the tide of the fog, much like the chemistry of the red hue and the expanse of it as it flashed agaisnt her body, the pale of her hips snapped and turned throiugh thr fog, and the clear emotiona sickness at its density.

The lemur man contuined to rock, and the sounds of his vocie became more maddening, more indeniable pathetic, a pathetic empty flawed viryuelesss aimlessness of a man that was now relfected in his suffering for it; and he drew himself forward, back towards the fire in front of him as his body slammed onto the pavement. Your kneels kneeled against the the rough ground, and Bojack felt his face frozen in the extent of the feeling that was opposite of what he felt when he had decided to dare to believe that he could follow his way of marriage with you; the opposite of the rich golden feeling of love that came with a gneuine bond that was nothing less than a life in and of itself, but now the black repulsive loss tjhat was the accompiment to it. There was an odd beauty to how depthful and demeaning the repulsive nature of the wails gripped Bojack into the man; for all how horying and black it was, there was a profound and deep deamanding truth that was the flip side of the best scenarior in life that was noe being traded for the something just as demenaing and as remarkable, ever taking and a forceful as much as the man and the woman being wrteched from the fog of the fire was, only now the remakrbaility of being in the center focus of somehting so authentci and intense and true now being on the other side of the light and instead being met in the dark, just as oddly freeing in the natural human desire to have e profound meaning and flow with something, but the black was too dark. Bojakc felt himself stepping back as his hands came to cramp on his chest, eyes wincing as his expression expanded and flicked over the body where you were attemping to lean down.

"Godammit, honey, no."

Your body was leaning now at eye level to the lemur, your eyes meeting across his head as he kept his shoulders hunched over. When ou reached out a hand to press on his shoulder, he shoved his hand past your arm when you reached out a hand to press on his shoulder; eyes detached and glazed, Bojack watched the side of his maddening fire and the glint of his own abrasiveness in his eyes as his intesnity snapped up to your hand.

"No!" The lemur's hand slashed out, whpping against your hand as there was a force of his hand across your palm. The pathetic wail of his voice was a violent and pathetic thurst of his arm as it snapped across your attmept to offer him any comfort. Your hands eaed across your chest, and ti was clear from the vauge cramp in your hand that there was a force of something that caused it to tremble as it eased back across your chest. "You don't know about this, you lost, aimless, sad thing. You never have." His body rocked further again, his hands gripped agaisnt his head as he turned and bowled his body forward. The wife's screams and bellows were now bocming a part of the red fog as it intertwined and snapped through the raise of the air, her body twisted and snapped through the sky as it seemed like it was dying through any comprhensive. As Bojack turned his head up and watched the ease of the red float in front of the extnesion of the sky, there was an icnreaed amount of heleicopters that were now accopying the red of the air.

"You can't be dragged down. In the future, your husband and yourself have to allow yourselves to believe that you will benfit from not following the mainstream. We heard about you, the two of you, we thought it would ebenfit us in some way, to be apart of the both of you, to see what the both of you held and did and cared for with one another. We heard people of our kind who did the same thing as we did fight to the point where they could witness something they believed could help them. I broke through every wall, every layer to find someone that would make me feel like I had given myself a life; that made me feel like I could turn myself into something that could be made and proud of, soething to show for the drunken wretchedness of aimless lost black pain of a burn that followed me that increased into this black, deep loathing as I grew older, more worn, more of a stalk people could throw at one another to show themselevs of what an inhuman looked like. Not for my status, not for my wealth, my character-and I ended p the same as the man across the street, unnamed, name labeled as worhless on paper, if he could ever een get to that point, the inherient twist of the world and how people respond and ruin our inherient nature. It was all over, from the start, this deep, black feeling, and no matter what rations people have with what they think is what, it all comes togehter; I wasn't human until I found someone who allowed me to be human like someone was. Oh-" His voice cracked into a profound exhust, pain deeply embedded into the core of his state as his voice ripped out and threaded through the air as it rasied into it, and again, the profound state of disgustd thread in his tone as his voice tremebled into an exhusttive dispair.

The woman ripped, and the scream from here echoed into so many different areas that it caused Bojack to jump as he stepped further back and into the front of the back of his car, jmping as he felt the metal lean against his back. His eyes winced as his expression twsited as he gave a whimpered breath, turning his head over to the lemur and the now entiley unseen womna, her repsulive cries and the horror of them becoming almost nonexistnet, though the deep embodideed force to feel even for a moment of just how deeply embedded and abrasively demanding it had forced Bojack to look into an entire new hole of a even deeper and more gotestue level of human failure was more than he could take. He turned his head timidly with his eys winced and his ears lowered, pa

thetic and desperate as he began to trip over his feet and to the entrence.

The echoing of the woman's cries were cutting through the red fog, multiple echos that were ruminating agaisnt the fog as the senitment of her drowining humanity eased in and out of the the passing fog. Bojack's fingertips cramped across his palms as he stepped back, ears lowered as he felt the profound pain demand itself into his personhood, and thread and strike against the fear in his eyes. He winced as he turned his expression back to where he could make out your slender form kneeling down in front of the lemur as he contuined to sway, letting out the repulsive cries out of his lip that were echoing and demeanding across the air.

"Let's get you inside your car, at least." Through the increasing fading of the woman's cries and the cut throat of her screams hung up as it fadd in and out of its abrasive repulsion. Bojack's eyes widened as he kept his hand in from of his chest in caution, ears flicked back as he heard the minute suggestion of your words in an attempt to offer peace as quickly as you were able, though there waas very little, if any, confidence in your voice.

"No." The lemur's legs began to ease forward as he struggled with a shakiness of his body to get himself up. Your hand, pressed on his shoulder in an attempt to keep him down began to turn back as your eyes dimmed while searching across his body as he trembled to get himself upward, hands on his face as his head turned down and eased into his palm, gripping across the front of his face. His head snapped around as the abrasive fire in his eyes increased into a flair while his expression twisted into a maddening exhust of a sudden abrasive violence, the muscles on his face trembling in tension.

You got yourself up yourself, your arms pressed across your chest as the worry on your face increased and the tension of your features treamored. You stepped yourself forward, eyes glinted in pained uncertainty.

"What is it?"

"I have to get something." He tripped over his feet, the abrasive demand on his face increasing along with the tension of his depseration as he tripped over his feet with the empty desperation in his eyes as he snapped his head over to the entrence of Bojack's house again. Bojack lifted up his hands in front of his chest, his eyes bulged and his teeth poked as he let out an soft breath. "This can't be it-this can't be the mistake that pushes everything over the edge. Not after what we did. I can't lose her, not everywhere-" A hiccup of his breath, his eyes burning into a wet desperation that exhualted into the fire and the red eflection of his eyes, the bottom of his lip twisted.

You laughed, albiet the noise was apologetic, desperate as you followed his tripping feet.

"You already said that you wanted her to leave, calmly, several times-"

"No time to explain." The lemur man reached his man out as he snapped his hand across from where he felt you attempt to reach out. Bojack winced as he gave a timid breath, his hand coming to reach across his chest as he watched the force of his hand as it slapped across your reach to him. The twist of his maddening glint only increased in his eyes as he began to make his way over to the car, tripping over his feet in the abrasive hitch of his voice as he stumbled his way over to the car, slamming his hand across the door as his hands shook as he slammed the door open, inching his body forward as his hitched breath continued through his panic as he leaned himself isnide of his car. Bojack's ears kept lifted down as he kept his hands cramped across his chest, his expression easing over to your body as you stepped back, the red glint of the dim of your eyes meeting across his.

"Ok-" Bojack timidly began to trip over the stairs as he balanced his arms outward, his eyes flicked over to where you were standing as you met his eyes in your uncertain detachment. He stepped down the end of the stairs as he turned his eyes over to where the lemur man was bent forward into the door as he started to throw out several of his belongings; cigarette cases, beer bottles, several papers that were signed and given away to conflicts that, from the glimpse Bojack got from the words on the crumpled paper,

the signs of several signed paper and manic scribblongs that gae away his entrence way to being sober, several agreement that he had made being released from the trips that were from dates a few years ago where Bojack could vaugely remember around the times when he had had converations with him about being being released from his drug addiction; he kneeled down as he picked up several of the crumpled papers, eyes wet as his expression looked over the papes, from dates from only a month or two ago. His eyes lowerd, his expression turned up to the lemr as he watched the spasming of his body from his panic as he contuined to throw several of the objcts behind him; Bojack gave a hitch of a breath as he tripped over the material, though he kept his focus lowered onto the lemur as he kept the paper crumbled in his pant while he walked to the open door.

"I know this isn't the best tjime to bring up something this trivial-but I thought you said you were clean." Bojack rasied a brow, dryily, hestianetly as he walked behind the man. The man's body trembeled as he gripped his hand across the top of his head, his body still trembling across his clear panic and the impossiblity of the trembling exhust of his emotions as he gripped his hands around more papers.

"The diaphram. The map of the lead that I was meant to use for the sake of making sure the timing wasn't off, that this didn't happen. I left it here, I can at least find a different navigation to find somewhere else, to have a different timing-"

Bojack breathed in deep, dry eyes easing across the man as he kneeled down behind him. His hand placed onto the front of the limo, dry eyes easing over the man in dry exasperation.

"Is there any chance that you can calm down for a minute and tell me why you lied about being sober? Espcially recently. I relied on you to be telling the turth about that."

The lemur snapped his head over his shoulder, but only for a moment as his other hand snapped out over to the driver's manuel, easing the door open as his hand snapped out and crumpled and gripped across the paper. His breath was coming out shaken, jaded and desperate as his body leaned across the chairs.

"Does it matter after last night?" His voice was trembling, a swear leaving his lips as he crumpled an entire dense amount of the paper across his palm, throwing it back as he gave another hard swear. Bojack winced as he stepped back, his eyes hard as it eased across the lemur's body.

'This isn't about last night. And even if it was, you've been lying about this forever." He winced as his focus turned over the words and the dates that were carefully placed across the page. "Why did you lie about getting out of rehab last year? Or the date that's a few months after that?"

"It dosen't matter." The lemur man reached back as he waved Bojack back. "I need to find the map. These stupid, superficial and earthly siuations don't matetr to me. They shouldn't matter to you, either."

"I thought you were living a married, sober life." He stepped his way forward as his eyes turned over the man as he continued to let out the swear of his lips. "Why would you lie about something that can be so detrimental to how things are for us? About the idea that I could maybe believe that I had a chance at being sober and having something that vauegly resembled a healthy life."

"And that dictates your own decisiosn?" Another shaky and violent breath, his body still trembling and his breath hitched.

Bojack's eyes flicked up, and a his mouth was poked with his teeth as he turned his head back to the paper.

"Is this one of the reasons why your wife was so tripped out? The reason why she kept saying something terrible and confusing-"

The lemur snapped around a the fire of his eyes slammed onto Bojack, the abrasive fire in his eyes increasing as the muscles on his face treamored. His hands were gripped onto the crumpled paper in his palms as he snapped his head over to Bojack, who stepped back, his eyes wide as he saw the lemur snap his eyes over to him as he began to stumble his way out of the door frame.

"That's not relevant to any of this. She didn't know or care anything about it. It had nothing to do with her." He jabbed his hand in front of Bojack's chest, the paper crumpled further in his palm as Bojack stepped back,though a vauge defiace snapped into his eyes as his expression squinted at the man. "Don't bring your issues and your misunderstandings into a problem that's not yours."

"Why did you lie?" There was an edge to Bojack's voice, and an abrasive exhusated squint in his eyes as the heat in his expression met the lemur. Bojack stood his ground, a vauge fight eased into his air as he keep his feet stood in front of the lemur.

The lemur's lips trembled upward for a moment, humroed with something abrasive and shaken as the wide glint of his eyes eased over Bojack in a thread of his tremblng madness.

"Nothing to do with it?" Bojack's head titled as he gazd over at him with a attempt of a hard question in his eyes. "Because she seemed like she was talking last night like she was a master at attempting to keep herself clear headed despite whatever trip she was on."

The lemur's eyes turned down to the papers in his hand. He mumbled several words under his breath, incoherent as he began to ease his palms against the crack of the paper as his palms shook against it, his words becoming more incomprhensible as he muttered the deep relfect of his words under his lip while his hands shook from one page and over to the other. Bojack's eyes lowered as he watched his hand tremble as his palms cracked across the paper, his hand throwing it onto the ground. Several of them had what seemed like maddening marks with the marker eased across the crumpled edge of the maps that were touched by his shaking palm. Bojack's eyes winced as his expression followed the lemur's trembling hand.

"There was something here. I don't know what." His hand gripped across the mpa as he threw it onto the ground, his eyes still expansing in the bleu bleak fog of his eyes as the maddening glint served in his eyes. "There has to be another navigation, something I can use-"

"Use what?" Bojack let out a laugh that was almost nerous in his beiwlderment. "Whatever your wife is doing, whatever is affecing her, its not going to change now." He indicated his hand to the crimped paper of his most recent rehab exit from a few months ago. "I think you should be focusing on the logic of the decisions of what got you here to begin with and stop worrying about make believe-"

"That wasn't from my life, Bojack!" The lemur's voice hitched out as it pitched. Bojack's eyes widened as his eyes expanded across the lemur's sudden ripe of his tone. His eyes were maddening with a glint as he snapped his head upward, easing himself up as the madddening twist of his expression became signifgiently more intense as the papers he was gripping in his hands fell into the ground. Before Bojack could successfully step his way back and away from the lemur's hand he jolted his way forward, his hands reaching out as his palms snapped across the side of his tight shirt. Bojack's eyes widened as his body was thursted forward, a choke forcing itself across his neck as the lemur's hand forced himslef across his neck as Bojack was forced forward.

"Ok-I get that you think that-" Bojack winced as his feet tripped over himself as he was forced by the lemur's grasp, his hands cramped as he tried to grip his hands across the lemur's palm. He choked as he felt his body thrusted forward, choke of the clothes across his neck. His breath was coming out rasped, desperate as his tone choked by the strain of the lemur's hand acorss his neck, "I just want to know why you lied."

"I didn't lie!" The lemur's voice spat, the venom in his tone spitting out to Bojack as the red fire in his eyes while his spite eased into Bojack's eyes. Bojack tripped over his feet as he was thrusted further into the man's grasp, throat choking as his body was forced firmly over to the lemur. "I didn't lie, Bojack." His head titled forward, an abraisve heat of insistence in his eyes that was now turning into something more sober and intense, his voice low rasped as the hitch of his uneven breath labored across Bojack's face. His eyes turned downward as his breath labored across Bojack's face; Bojack felt just terrified enough being in the wake of his intense labor that he tilted his head down, his expression somber and questioned as his eyes titled across his expression. For all of Bojack's fear, there was a gradual lowering of his energy as he allowed himself to be leveled by the lemur's enegry, though the anger Bojack felt himself didn't leave him as he met the intensity of the lemur's air.

"Then what is this?" Bojakc was breathing heavily in a way that matched the lemur as he lifted the paper in front of him. The lemur's eyes turned over to it as he gripped his hand across the paper Bojack was holding. After a grip of the paper from his palm did the lemur grip his hand onto it, latching it out of Bojack's hand. Bojack's breath continued to be labored as his body tilted back, the lemur's face broken as he turned his eyes down and threw the paper onto the ground.

"This isn't from my life. The life where I knew her-this is from the sad, drunken, inhuman and pathetic life that I had before I met her. From the life I had before I ever knew her, the one where I was that pathetic and desperate drunk from start to end."

Bojack took a hitch of a desperate breath as he turned his head over to the fog, his ears flicked down as his eyes turned over to the red fog where the sound of the woman's voice was still screeching through the sky as it turned in and out from the fog. The shrieks of the wife was still threading and pounding itself across the front of the red fire of the fog, her body now entirley unseen from where previoulsy there had been a sashing of her body through the red fog as her shrieks faded in and out, this time the majorty of them becoming more og a ghastly echoed sound as the voice of her tone contuined to slash through the air. Above, there were reflective squares that had an illumation of the reflection of the punched space in the skies as there were several suggestions of a soft illuminated light that suggested her body in a more peaceful and serene scenario; her body pasing through the kitchen counter, her hands pressing with a greeting across the back of the hand of what seemed like the suggestion of the lemur man's touch.

The lemur gave a shaken breath, and he turned his head back down again, his hands trembling as he gripped his hand across the paper and turned the maddening glint of his eyes back down to the paper.

"I need to find the answer. The dynamic of any way to bide more time." His head turned down as his eyes eased across the shaken grip of the paper. Bojack gave a breath as he stepped back, his hands reaching out to grip onto the lemur's palm as he felt his fingers thread across the lemur man's wrist. He gave an abrupt breath as he turned his body back as he gave a slight hiccup of a uneven breath as the lemur turned his head back down to the map. His wide eyes were glued onto the page as it trembled in his hand, his eyes turning against it as his mouth twisted.

Bojack's fingertips found vauge comfort by resting across his wrists. His eyes turned over the lemur man as he gave an abrupt breath, his eyes winced as his eyes turned across the lemur man's eyes.

'You were in rehab in a different life."

He eched the words as his eyes winced across the lemur. His expresison turned up from the curmpled plastuc paper. The paper he had focused on, one with several cut lines in front of the plastic map and the details of it met in the wide scope of his broken deseprate eys as it relfected across the page.

"I wouldn't expect you to understand. Even thoygh you were on the same path I was to get here, with the same intetnion, the same desperation."

Bojack's hands pressed across his wrist as he pressed his hand against his chest. His eyes winced as ears lowered, turning his eys to where your body, fragile and your face uncertain, met Bojack's eyes.

"She's all that has ever made sense. She's the reason why things have made sense, Bojack. You feel the difference, the spirituality. It's a need inhereinet in us."

The relfection of the fog of the illumanted light of the woman's body was still reflected across the empty ease of the sky and the illuiminaiton of the details of a life they had together. Bojack's eyes lowered as his focus navigated over to your body, his fingertips rubbing where the lemur had gripped his hand onto him. The lemur man snapped his eyes up as he gazed at the side profile of Bojack as his eyes winced over to where you were stood across the gate.

"You need to help me. I need to be able to get her back. This can't be the end-this mistake. We miscalculated, that's all."

"Oh, no. Nu-huh. t's leave Bojack alone time." Bojack wagged his hand to the lemur even as his wet eyes were turned to him in desepration. Bojack stepped his way back, his head turned over his shoulder as he watched the heaviness of your face. His expression and tone became more somber as his eyes flicked up to the desperation of yours. "I have too much of my own to think about."

"Bojack, you need this as much as I do. This can, it will, happen to the two of you too."

"Need what?" Bojack's eyes widened as he turned his head over his shoulder to the lemur. "I don't even want to believe anything you're telling me."

The lemur's face twisted into a maddened, cracked into tension as his eyes flared across Bojack's question.

"I didn't want to believe it, either." His face trembled, his mouth easing into a twist of his mouth and the maddened glint of his eyes. He turned his head downward again, his body trembling as his hand gripped back out to the paper. "I didn't want to believe anyting about the truth."

There was bleeding desperation in his every tone; his eyes were bursting, bulging, and red, and not just from the weed he had just smoked, given away mostly from the stench on his body as the sweat on his skin and the trembling of it continued to flash across his body. His expression darted over Bojack in a guise of his own desperation, until his head snapped back down again and onto the trembling of the map.

Bojack's fingertips pressed across his wrists. His hard eyes turned down as his eyes turned over to the map of the lemur, his breathing coming out labored as he watched the trembling of his hand on the map.

"Look, man." Bojack's troubeled eyes turned to where your head was snapped over to his eyes, his troubled expression meeting across the hard red wet of your expression as you met his. He pasued as his head turned back to the lemur, rubbing his fingertips against his wrist as he walked to him. "If you could explain how to make this a little clearer. Maybe some way it help it make sense so I can try to help you-"

"There is no sense. There never has been." The lemur's voice ripped into a violence. As his wife's energy contuined to rip across the fog and the red of the energy of the pass of the fog that surrounded her body with the rip out of her wretched scream, there was an icnreaed intensity to the core of the lemur man's shakiness as he continued to thread his hands across the map, his tremblking fingertips follwoing the quick marks of the crumpled map, the core of his energy profoundly painful-and, as much as it was, there being something that was the core extension of the lemur's truth. Bojack stepped his way forward, his eyes threaded across the lemur as he watched the maddening turn of his core, as fasincating as it was, continue through through the lemur man's trembling touches.

"No time to explain. It's a lot of trouble, Bojack."

"I know. I gathered that."

He took a deep breath as he continued to press his hands frantically up against the slick sweat of his wrist, his eyes turning over the lemur as he cintuiend to watcht he wretched trembling of his hand press against the oages.

"Emptiness. Empty nothing on the other side of this. That's all, Bojack. if I lose her-" His breath hitched, his words turning back to a low mumbling under his lips as his fury snapped through his eyes as it continued to turn over the pages, his hands trembling as his touch gripped across the pages.

"My wife said something about you saying that you were already planning on having her leave. You seemed calm about it earlier. Has that all suddenly changed now?"

The lemur's eyes were absent, his expression vacant as his hands continued to ease agaisnt the pages. He didn't take to acknowledhging to Bojack's words. Bojack stepped towards the edge of the car, his eyes turned down as his eyes eased onto the lemur's body as his ears lowere down.

"Your're lucky." His eyes flicked up, sickly, meeting Bojack's for a moment in the middle of his abrasive shakiness and his focus on the shaking crumple of the pages. "Time passes and its the need to distract that makes up a life. Lucky that you have someone to see you. To have an entire life and story and to have it be with you and to have no one to see it; to be rolling inside of yourself with little to any response to it of anyone around you or to even know you exist."

"Why don't we focus on this dynamic you're trying to figure out?" Bojack sat beside the lemur, his plush body sitting beside him as his eyes turned over the lemur's grip on the map. His eyes turned over the lemur in inquiry as his eyes eased over the shakiness of the lemur's hand.

"I have to speak. I have to keep speaking-everything I saw when I was thrusted through the expanse of the space of the void, the people, the way people failed themselves, where they end up. I'm sure its as disgusting and as repulsive as much as you would expect everything that you see around you right now."

His bottom lip continued to tremble across his mouth, palms trembling across the crumpled map in his hand. His hand was tracing across the frantic scrawls of what made up the scribbling on the map, his eyes turned up against the map, heated and trembled across the cuts of it across the map as his eyes trembled across the crumpled expanse of the map. With his fingertips still threaded against his wrist did Bojack's eyes squint across the marks across the map and the slashes of the marks the lemur had made on it; there were several large dark stains on the yellow map that were large expansive dark blots across the marks on the yellow tinit of the map, a senitment of the same golden passgae that was leading its way through the sky, the previous gold now gradually turning into a red from the fog that was easing through the expanse of the air.

As Bojack's head turned over to the map, he noticed the marks were easing their way across the marks across the crumpled marks, the red blot of the brown easing across what was several marks of the lines and labels that suggested cities and locations across the earth and the brown being a large expanse of its force as it swept itself through the expanse of the map of the city. There were several of them, all of them passed across at least several cities as the blot of the brown hue of ti eased across the city.

"Coffee stains." The lemur's eyes flciked across Bojack's question as his eyes eased across the map, Bojack's eyes winced and questioming as his expression eased across the map. "I used them to be able to make marks for the preperation of the idea if this ever happend."

"So you knew something like this could?"

"Not here. Not now. Not like this-not after all the measuremnts we did, everything we tried to calculate to get to where we are. Finding her was like trying to ovecome some bloated, expanisve heaviness of the spirit and all the baggage that came along with it-but eveyr time I broke through to be able to find her, it was such a high relief that it broke through everything else I ever could have felt. But I can't go back, not now-"

His body rocked forward, his eyes expasnive and fired as his hands trembled across the crumpled map. His eyes turned up to the fire where the illumaiton and projectoon of the woman was still present, the fire heated and her voice now less present than the illumation of the light of the lives eased over the red fog. There was a black that was coming over the fire of where the woman was engulfed, your own small body that looked imposisbly fragile in comparison leaning across the side of the golden pole as your head was snapped up to the red sky, your body hunche ddown. The black wave that was polluting through the sky was beginning to wave tiself furthe through the expaonse of the where the red and the combiation of golden was, the black and the dim harrowing of it beginning to pollutete the rest of the colors of the sky.

"I get what you're saying. Or I think I do. But you'e not going to figure this out before this passes. Whatever that means."

"You would say that to appease your own complaceny. But you're in the same thread of suffering I am. You already know. If I can't egt this to work, it will happen to you, too, Bojack. Better for you to accept the black, to find how your spirit responds to it. "

"I'm not going to do that." Bojack's eyes hardned as his fingers squeezed across his wirst as his eyes lowered while he gazed at the lemur. He chcukled, and the genuine twist on the lemur's face grazed out into his expression as his shook his head with his own disgsut. "I found something that feels good, that makes sense. I don't know what you two are doing, but I'm not letting it be relevant to me. Not after evrything I did to have my wife. To believe I could expereince somehting so good." His eyes lowered as the lemur snapped his eyes up to him, sickly and cycnical. "You don't get to take that from me."

The lemur chuckled, his head turned down as he kept his fingers eased across the map, his finegrs trembling and giving away far more of an exhusted focus from his hand as it trembled across the map. His focus was becoming more blurred, less focused as his hand tremebled across the map and the marks on it.

"I would have wnated the smae thing. Everyhgint hat I saw out there, everything I observed; they would have thought and felt the same."

"Yeah, well, just because it happened that way for you dosen't mean that my wife and I need to follow that."

"You won't get that!"

There was a flash from the red fog as it snapped across the sky, the extension of the fog suddenly meeting up across the black as it began to pollute and wate itself entiely across the red fog as it began to intertwine itself across the expanse of the clouded nature of it. Bojack's eyes widened as his head snapped upward, over to the sky as he watched the black fog become melded into the red fog of the rest of the sky.

The lemur's head snapped over to the sky. His hands loosened around the crumple of the paper, falling downward as his grip on the map fell from his hand. Bojack's eyes snapped up as he watched the lemur man rush his way over to where the slashed lightning of the sky was threaded and snapped through the black, the lemur's head snapped up as he rushd his way over to the gate. Bojack's gfingers kept on his wrist for comfort as he began tp follow the lemur, his focus instantly turning over to where you were leaned aross the side of the golden pole. Your head snapped over your shoulder as you tried to regain balance, your hands reshcing out to bojack as he managed to rush his way over to you, ears lowered and tripping over his feet as he rushed over to the detached bent of your body as your eyes turned up and met his expresion.

"I need to take you inside. No arguemnts." Bojack's hand reached out and grasped onto yours.

Your head snapped over to the lemur as he stumbled over his feet, his breath coming out with that same panicked wail of his desperation as he tripped over his feet to the red fog of surrounding his wife.

"Honey-" You turned your head over to where Bojack was keeping his grasp onto yours, your eyes snapping down to his grasp; it was tight enough that it was clear you could feel the strain of your wrist on Bojack's grasp as he pulled you forward. You thrusted yourself back from his grasp, but the insistence of Bojack's eyes as he turned and looked at you with his thread of heated desperation increased as he snapped his head over to you.

"I've had enough. If nothing else you can go inside and watch while I try to get these two out of here. Whatever that means."

"But he"-

"No." Bojack's ears flicked back, his eyes puffed into a flair as he kept his hand on your wrist. "You know I've been doing the best I can. You know how hard this is for me."

There was a hard edge to his voice that was enough to make your voice falter; your eyes dimmed as your allowed your feet, tripping over themselves in how overwhelmed you were from the reflective red atmospehre, with Bojack's lead as he lead you throuh the expanse of his driveway and over to the front door. He turned his head over his shoulder as his eyes turned up to where the stout lemur man was crossing his way over to the abrasive fire and the red that emitted from the golden pass of the sky. His teeht poked, his eyes turned down as the depth of his worry threaded onto the focus of your fingers on his wrist, and though there was that cowardly and uncertain fear that emitted in his eyes, with a turn of his head did he force himself into the half open door.

"I don't understand what you want me to do by hiding in here."

"Who's hiding?" There was an edge to Bojack's tone, but he broke it up with a chuckle as his eyes winced into that attempt of an apology as he turned and looked at you with an attempt of a causal tease. "I just didn't want you to keep wrecking yourself around trying to get that wackjob off of his feet. Or whatever circus the wife is pulling."

His eyes turned down to your writ that was forced agaisnt his fingers, and after a moment of a glint of thought in Bojack's eyes did he gradually release his fingertips from your wrist. Your hands came by your chest, and the red on your eyes and the devesation of worry in your expression followed Bojack as he made his way to the kitchen.

"You want a drink to try and throw all that shit off? Heard it helps with the afterthought of heaving to deal with people like that."

Bojack took his hand to the glass and grasped his fingers against it, his eyes flickering over to where there was the alchohol that was left over from last night; the beer glass was titled agaisnt Bojack's couch, still wrecked and just as torn up and wayward in its poistion as much as it had been from the night before. His ears lowered as he turned his eyes over to where you were standing in front of the door, swayig slightly, and your head turned over your shoulder as your eyes turned over to the window. Bojack sighed as he pulled the glass by his hand and walked across the counter, kneeling down to the glass that was sharded on one end of the bottle as he kneeled down and grasped the unbroken part of it, turning the bottle in his hand as he looked it over. Your eyes were distant and fogged with exhust but worry as you kept on the window while Bojack turned over his shoulder to watch you. His ears flicked back as he shook his head, turning his eyes back to the bottle and gave a grunt as he lifted himself up.

"Honey, the more that you feed into whatever it is that they told you and thin, the more they're going to drag you down with them."

He titled the glass full of the whiskey in his hand, and then leaned the bottle forward as he poured it into the empty bottle. His eyes winced as he turned to where you were still keeping your eyes on the large square window that had plently of prespective of the lemur as he rushed his way over to the red fog that encased and ripped across the expanse of the air, the woman's body and the previous contorticions of it now entirley surrounded across the red fog that was now being met by the golden expanse of the wave as it pressed through the sky.

His eyes lowered as he looked over at the liquor, and then he turned as he walked over to where your interest had now caused your hips to lean forward as your head titled out and over to the window, your fingers gently pressed across it as your eyes turned out in your own concern.

"At least take something to ease the concern a bit, honey." Bojack offered the glass to where you were leaning agaisnt the door-it took you a moment, with your eyes turning to where Bojack was offering the glass to you, a few flicks of your eyes onto his offering, and then your expression turning back to the window.

"I'm sitll hungover. I can't make it any worse."

Bojack's eyes winced as he watched you. and his head turned down while his lowered eyes met the stench of the liquod. He took to rolling his eyes, gently, but with the usual snetiment of his exhustion as he turned his head back, the burning of the liquor pouring down his throat as it melded inm grossly with the aftermath of being hung over.

"You shouldn't drink again so soon, sweetheart." Your words were spoken like an afterthough, the focus of your eyes not bothering to turn back to Bojack, though the consideratio behind your words were of the same sentiment.

"You do know this guy is clearly on some mental drug chase?"

"And how would you explain the fire? The fog?"

There was silence that followed your words. Bojack looked back up to where the lemur was kneeling down in front of the fire, more pathetic cries throttling out of his lip as his voice rasied into the air with a wobbling cry.

"All kinds of tricks people in Hollywood can throw. Espcially when you have the money of that guy." Bojack's voice wavered, but the confidence that met the raspiness of his voice carried him through any lack of intention he may have had otherwise. "Could be some massive prank he's trying to pull for the sake of a weird karma induced trip that he's riding, who knows." He lifted up a finger as his eyes, lowered in his detached exapseration turned back to you. "What I do know is that ultimatley, its none of our businesss. We have enough to worry about. Honestly, probably more than either of us will ever bother to even know how to keep up with."

"I wish I could do more. Understand it."

Even through the walls of your house and the window and the several feet that was between the mashion and the driveway, the lemur's cries that were intense enough to leave chills on Bojack's skin was shrieked out, his voice exclaimed into a panicked exhust and cry that snapped into the air that led into the fire where his wife had been as he kept his hands gripped onto the map, his voice just as repulsive in his desperation as much as he had been and adding a shaken feeling of repulsion just to hear it. From the way the lemur's shoulders were trembling with a weight of his emotions, he was still breathing heavily with his panic, seen even from how far away the two of you were as he did so. He was frantic; unkempt and a mesh of unstoppable disarrayed fur and hair splayed as it stuck out from his head.

"Where is it? Dammit, where is it?"

His voice was reaching high pitches now; certain tones that were so full of a spiritual wretchedness that it caused Bojack to wince just to hear the desperaiton of the words. It was laced in such a black tone of genuine disapir that in regards to the different struggles Bojack had ever met in his wife, the words of the wavering man's tone was becoming even more chillling in a way he had never heard from him before.

"Look, honey-" Bojack's eyes winced as he took a breath, turning his eyes downward as he looked down. "There's nothing we can do either way. Whether we know it or accept it or not."

"She was trying to explain. All last night." Your eyes were foucsed on the window, your hand rested agaisnt it in your desperation to have something to concentrate on in what was your air that was more unfocused than you would have let on.

"Yes, I know. And that is-incredible, that she was trying to do that for us. At least they were trying to make sense of it. But we can only do so much to change the specific way they are and whatever road of emptiness they're going down. We need to focus on our own mess. On the build we can make for one another."

Though Bojack felt, in his own insecure, alwas timid and uncertain way that he felt he didn't deserve to, he reached out a hand to place onto the middle part of your back, the practice full of his insecuirurty and his eyes holding that stotc hesitance as he allowed his palm to rest on the middle part of your back. The muscles on his face were tense as he kept his concern on your body. He could sense he was breaking, in more ways than one, at least in regards to any ideas he could led you that didn't follow his own fear and insecurirty. You responsed to his touch as your body began to ease into his touch, and then, with a slight flicker of your eyes hat showed conflict of your emotions did you lean yourself back into his touch, your hands reaching behind you and your placed both of your hands against his palm, your touches clearly trying to keep his panic from affecting your own mood that was barely above water; one of them had to stay calm. His mood often affected yours- something you had to fight now as best as you could, even though there was always that constant craving for you to be in the same rytham as he was.

"Do you think she gave him everything he said she did? That it was something that she truly was-and not just his own projection of what he jabbed out for the sake of having any idea of a wife or soulmate at all?"

"I don't...know." Bojack paused as the uncerinity left him. "I know that someone can't force themsleevs to be good for one person or to want them even if its the best for one person."

Your lip rasied up knowingly, detached in your thought a syou kept yoru focus on the lemur that was now thrown onto he ground on his knees, the cries stretchig out from his lips as his hand kept gripped on the map as he threw it onto the ground, the rumple of the paper meeting across the abrasive shakeness of his grasp.

"I can't imagine where you pulled that idea from, sweetheart."

Bojack's eyes turned down, and he gave a shrug as he looked down to the empty bottle, then settled for carelessly throwing it over his shoulder.

"Yeah, well-"

"Goddammit, where is it?"

The lemur's voice was becoming increasingly more erratic; more tinged with that anger as he continued to press his hands up against the front of the crumpled paper, devesation wobbling in his tone as the maddening sound of his voice rasied and gripped into the air. The ground was now completely surrounded in the littering of the paper that surrounded him and Bojack's driveway as the paper came flying out from the side of the door, almost a betrayal of the clear storms that he had inside his intentions as he continued to frantically press his hands on every bit of surface he could reach while his hand contuined to tremble across the crumpeld map.

"I need to go out and see him. Make sure that we can do anything we can."

Bojack's eyes widended as he snapped over to your body as you began to get yourselves up, lifting yourself away from Bojack's hand as you got yourself and began to make your way to the door. "What are you talking about?"

"I need to know that we did eveything we could. Whether it's drugs, Hollywood affects, a prank, or the real thing, I don't care. I need to know I stayed to do anything I could." Your hand reached out to your coat, easing it onto your shoulders as you shurgged it onto your body. Bojack's fingers played as he stepped his way forward, his eyes turning over you in a maddening question as his fingertips tapped agaisnt his hands.

"Honey, I'm telling you, no."

"I need to do this for the sake of my own peace of mind."

There was a certain determination in your voice now; not necessarily angry, as it was never the kind of emotion that you would have used to respond to anything that he was feeling; but rather was it a deep sense of desperation for you to be let inside of whatever was going on inside of the damage of Bojack's mind, and yours that followed in response to how deeply you loved him. It was rare when you didn't talk to Bojack through the majorty of your thought and emotion; especially when it came to the things that he refused to tell you, somehting he never did intentionally. There was a strain against everything Bojack was or ever had been; an understanding that he had a certain emotional approch to intimacy that would never be entirely executed perfeclty, but that would certianly be felt by even the most clumsy attempt that he gave of it.

Though Bojack could be so secretive about the things that he was up to at times, you were the one that was keeping yourself inward in a way that was suspicious. His hands kept cramped on his chest as he continued to follow you over to the door as you threw the shrug over your shoulders, reacing out your hand as you forced open the crack of the door, opeing back out into the red fog that was now coming from the outside. Bojack's face twisted in fear as he felt the heat of the red fog thrust in through the open door as you turned your head forward and began to rush your way outside, the bellowing of the lemur's tortured cries sweeping in through the crack of it. Bojack's face twisted as his hands tnesed as he rushed to follow you out and into the twisted cries of the lemur, the most authentic and core part of where everything was about; even Bojack, in his muddled and twisted mind had always been able to know that.

"Baby, please!"

The tremor of Bojack's tone, the quiver of his voice threw itself out as he followed you out of the open door. You stopped at his words and the abrasive crack of his words, your hand frozen on the side of the door. You turned your head up, the red hue of the light of the fog accompying the lemur's cries bellowing from the fire that that empassing the pinch of the area above the lemur's body as his hands jammed across the map. The fire was now starting to lessen; the illuimuated reflections and suggestions of the woman and her other life were starting to fade along with the squares fading into the light of the golden pass of the sky and the light easing downward from its golden rd passage and fading into the more natural hue of the sky; the helicopters that had surounded and huddled themselevs around the passage of the golden light where they had huddled agiainst one another in what seemed like a quick passgae of recording of the light were now beginning to separatre from one another from where they had been crammed togehter a second before, now passing out into a separated clutterd distance as they continued to fly their way through the sky and now away from where the cluster of the proound human red light and heat had been a moment before.

He paused as he saw your head turn over your shoulder, your eyes gazing at him in questin. He paused as he felt a strike of guilt thread through him as your head turned to look at him in question, the fog of the light easing into your eyes that was more patient and gentle than Bojack could have ever hoped to dream of. His eyes lowered as the life left them for a moment in the wake of the deoth of your eyes that only came from a genuine soul; something Bojack had long since forgot existed, or what they even meant. His eyes lowered as he stopped from the front entrance.

"Just-make sure that you keep yourself a few feet away." His voice was soft, considerate as his eyes grazed across your body as you stepped further out the door. "Ok?" He stepped forward to you again catiously, his hands tenderly easing out to your hand. "I can't have the one person that I almost feel like could love me in a way that's worthwhile, memorable, something that I feel like most people are lucky to get even from one person once, caught up in a crackhead scam. Whatever this means or whatever it looks like, the temporary enterainment of it is nothing compared to what we do for one another. Can we agree on that?"

Your head turned back over to the scene in front of you, and your shoulders rolled as your body straighted in reponse to the front of the scene beside you. The lemur's cries were becoming ones that were suggesting stagnce and defeat, his knees buckled down as his cries snapped into the air with his body rocking in his dispair as his head was turned up to the red flare of the red fog that engulfed his wife's body. Bojack let out a hitch of a breath as he stepped his way further behind you, his hand reached out to press on your palm.

"Look, honey, I think the guy may just be pulling an elborate prank. I saw his files. They said he's been going into rehab in and out for times that were as early as even just a few moths ago. He's on drugs, His brain is probably fried. I don't know how they pulled this magic trick off, but the fact of the matter is that it dosen't have anything to do with us. Not really."

You turned to meet Bojack's somber air. "You looked at his files?"

Bojack rolled up his eyes quickly in thought. "I mean, yes. Not in a nosy way, I promise. I was just that it fell out of his car door and they were scatterd everywhere and I just picked them up to help the damn guy. He was throwing them everywhere anyway. He needed someone to pick them up for him anyway." He sighed, Bojack's eyes winced as he looked at his palm for atttempt of distrattcion. "The point is is that I think this is some after party circus prank the both of them are playing on both of us. You don't need to worry about. He's on drugs. You don't need to worry about brining justice, or glory, or even sense into any of this." He lifted up his hand in front of his chest as a gesture to calm you. "I promise. I saw the dates. The last time the guy was in rehab was only two months ago, and clearly he didn't take any advice from the idea. So." He shrugged, one hand rubbing by his arm. You kept your eyes on him, your face unreadbale for the time being as the muscles on your face furrowed.

"The files were official, I promise I'm not lying."

You shook your head, laughing gently. "I would never think you were. It's just a lot to process."

"Yes, well, exactly." He pasued, his eyes turning over your face in a soft caution. "But none of it has to have anything to do with you, or eiher of us. "He's stll caught up in drug addiction and clealry this is a stunt for fame. I spent my entire life chasing after image, and career choices, and repuation and moey adn things that I thought would guve me that warm, safe feeling ad protect me from the world and how...terrible evryone is. How small they make you feel. Drugs and money collectively." He chcukled, gently, with irony as he walked to you with his soft insistence. "But igorning all of that-not letting all the noise and chaos and bullshit define me or even have anything to do with me, and instead just letting it pass through me with whatever constant change of phase people make and say eveyr day that's impossible to keep up with anyway. That was when I was free. When I just focused of where I was and who I was every day and not caring if the world cared aboutt hat or not. When I had somehting real and believed I could be real. When I justa ccepted who i am-no matter how detested or ignored or small or boring or whatever other acroym people come up with are. You taaight me that. That guy out there-he's still in that place. To some extent he probably always will be. You don't need to be draged into ti."

Your head turned as your focus went over to where the lemur was holding his head again, a wreckage of his tone snapping out of his lip as it rasied and cracked into the air. The sounds of the the wife was now entirely gone, faded into nothing but the silence of the leerage of the height of Bojack's house and its location and the silence that folded around it; and along with it, the distant sound of the buzzing of the helicopters.

"Did you mention the date to him?"

"I did."

"And did he admit it?"

"He-" Bojack sighed, his eyes closed as he made his way behind you ras his ears lowered. "He did and din;t admit to it. He said that it was a past life, some cliche and drug induced addiction or something similair to that. Or something about it being a life that he currently has that's passing by him that he thinks he's living that he's not-it's just a bunch of nonesense, honey. And you don't have to be apart of it. He's not even talking sense. Best case scenario at this point is me taking him home and just letting him breathe it out. I'll drive him home, try to make sure that he calms down a bit if he needs it. But you don't need to get involved in it."

"And you're sure?" Your head turned over your shoulder, and there was the soft traction of peace in your eyes that was suggested from the way you turned to Bojack and met his eyes. His eyes winced as he stepped his way to you, his hand reached out in an attempt to graze onto your hand.

"Posiitive. If it helps my case, I used to take the guy to his doctor appointments wheneve te guy had an overdose or just generally needed someine to catch his ass to get him somehwere where he could bleed it out whenevr we both overdosed on cocaine. I almost believed him and this perforamnce, but the dates are too clear, and his explanation makes even less sense. I don't think there's anything here that isn't any deeper than some tabloid that his wife and himself are trying to use to get an extra word or two our about themselves. I think even less than there's any reason to worry about it."

"You kept it on file ?"

"Well, no. Not exactly. I just have the memories. I was always too in the moemnt to worry about things that I cosnidered as boring as organziation on me."

Your tone was soft, inquired voice devoid of any judgment, but at the same time genuine surprise lacing your voice. He knew that you saw him and had seen that he was always known that he was desperate to be able to prove himself, at least to some extent, of just how determined he was to be a part of any family or bond in the past, coming down even to pathetuc minute memories like drug overdoses, but she had never known that it was quite as much of a need as the way Bojack was acting now with the stammer in his usually profoundly at ease and graceful tone and the wince of the tension of the attempt on the tension on his conflcited, less thna emotionally omvnetional but profoudly loved features in all of their unconventionality when it came to your eyes.

"Alright." Your hand began to rest away from the door, and your head turned down as you gave a curt nod over to him, and although there was a strain to your voice and a doubt across your feautres that resonated with Bojack more than he let on, he only felt a profound releif through his own black wall of caution as he saw your body turned to him, stepping inward as you shut the door behind you with a soft click. "I'm sorry."

"No, you don't need to apologize." Bojack's ears flicked down as he made his way to the door, shutting it open with an extra clcik as he pushed on it with an extra hitch and shove as he felt it click. He pressed his hand across the crack of the door, and as he felt the metal lock, he felt a relief flow through him as he turned over to you. "Great. I'm glad we got that out of the way."

He walked over to the window, pressing a hand on his hip as he jumped upward and grunted while he grasped over the hitch of the wrapepd up curtain as he hosited himself up, pressing his hand on the curtain and the pulled it doenward and pulled it over the window. His palms caressed agaisnt one another as the livig room was eased into a hue of a dim dark again; but this time it was a natural dark, with the other open window sill having a light illumated throuh the edge of the mundane grey sky outside. "Now we can focus on the actual challenege of the day."

He walked his way over to you, hand reached out as it pressed across the middle of your back, his palm caressed over to your back as he tenitavely reached out a hand. Your body was still vaugely folded in on itself, but your head turned up as your eyes met Bojack's. His eys tentiavely met across your eyes as he gave a slight raise of his lip while it reached his eyes, even with the hardened tenitavtive nature of his eyes as he met yours.

"Should we go to the bathroom, try to clean up a bit?"

Your eyes fluttered down as the thought eased across your face, your hands caressing across your arms as you gave a small nod.

"Ok. That's what I thought." A light encouragement in his tone as his lip raised up, his hand pressed across the middle part of your back lightly as he began to guide you to the bathroom. The living room had a quiet, distant detachment to it from the outside of the sunlight as it peekd through the pink curtains have torn over the window, and the enegry of the house became signifgently lower, almost too sleepy and low energy as he guided you to the bathroom.

Bojack grunted as he nudged his body agaisnt the door, stepping his way inward as he kept his hand on your palm as you followd him isndie to the white bathroom, his fingertips threaded across your palm as he stepped his way backward and inside. Your expressionw as becoming vauegly more amused, the light on your face rasining upward into a vauge lightness as a humor entered your troubele face, following him inside.

"I'm glad you want to make this morining a little easier."

"Yeah?" Your eyes met his as Bojack's expression met yours, his lips vauegly raised into a light amusement from a treamored face. He snapped his fingertips as his enegry became boyish, encourgaing while he kept his hand pressed onto your wrists and guided you near the tub.

"Cause I knew one day this would happen! A day atfter a large part raid to show off oru marriage? How call is that?" He chcukled as his eyes glimmerd into a light as he turned his head up to the ceiling. "Oh man, my ex girlfriend wouldn't ever believe me if I said I ever did anything good to take care of my partner the next day!" His eyes lowered bakc to your eyes as his hands squeezed donto your palms. "Thank you for giivng this, honey, really. You're the best. Being able to prove to myself that I camt take care of you after a night like that? That would prove a lot to myself." A gentle squeeze of his hand on your wrist, his head titled forward as his smile reached up into his eyes. "I mean it. This is a good step to helping me feel like I can do...things."

Your eyes were augely hestant, but you gave a small nod as your eyes me to the conflicted grauttuide of his expression as he threaded his fingers across your wrists. You gave a nod, your eyes turned to his palms as you gave him a squeeze.

"This is the lightest I've seen you al morining."

"Are you kidding? Can you blame me?" With another small squeeze he realsed his hands from your wrists, turning his body to the tub as he kneeled beside it and snapped it across the facuet. The water began to run as Bojack eased his hands over to the running water, pressing his hands across the small depth of it that began to form in the tub as he threaded his hands through the water that began to fill the tube. He turned his head over his shoulder, soft uncertain encourgaement in his face as he met your eyes. Your arms pressed on your chest, but a smle edged on your lips as you kneeled yourself down by him. Your cheek came to rest on his shoulder as he threaded his hand across the steam of the water.

"Thank you, too." You turned your head to his shoulder as you gave a light kiss across his skin, your cheek nudging across his skin as Bojakc gave a soft laugh, the crack of the rasp of his voice easing into the air into something that was far gentelr, more tinted with the soft morining sound of the gentleness of his dispotion that came along with the traction of the foggy morining light and his puffy eyed, hungover laden dry eyes of his wacky unconetional worn feautres and the wear of them over his life, of the disarray of his mane a syour fingers treaded through it, the first time you had allowd yourself to fully relax into the profound sweetness than came along with the humble humanity of Bojack's dispostion and the stockiness of his body, the mold of his plush feuatres and the unconvetional wear of his aged bloated feautres that only became more lovable over time.

Bojack cleaed his thraot as he turned his head to meet your eyes. Your head turned as you looked at him in question; he gave a raise of his lip as it met his winced eyss.

"About the rehab-I personally, haven't done it in a really long time. I had to keep everything in my memory to prove that I'm more, or, posisbly, can be, more in control than he is. I wanted to believe that I could be, anyway." Bojack's gaze lowered as he rased his hand across the steaming water; with a grunt from where one of the plastic duckings were that had been casually left from the last time Bojakc had bathed in the tube was floating to the surface, and some of the rose petals and left ove hald burned candles that syrrounded the bathube from the last time he had held you as the dim light of the candles had reflected across the dim niht as his hand had caressed across your back and into the threads of your hair, the soft plsh od his body and the sotut curves of his thighs easing avross your hips as he had rocked his itnimacy agains tyou, feeling so profouldy defined as somehting unworthy, through the focus of the intimacty and the natural desire of bodies agaisnt one anoteht that felt so natural, so good, that it was in those nights that he knew depresseed had bene a sickliness from the literal emotionla need from being arond someone he egenuiley loved, both aterrfying and a relviinf sensaion that made both pain and pleasure live make more snese.

"Sorry." He grunted as he lifted the duck out of the water. "Was holding this damn thing while trying to wash myself while you were in the bedroom a few nigtha ago after walking. Stupid thing. I should get rid of it."

You reached out to grasp to side of the plastic toy, Bojack turning as his eyes met across your expression while your thumbs caressed his hand before you took the duck. His tired eyes followed expression as your fingertips caressed across the plastic. His eyes hardened as he watched your eyes focus on the toy, and with a retouch of his focus did he turn his attention back to the heated water while his palms eased against the surface of it.

"You can take it out back. As a matter of fact, please do." He waved his hand behind him, and your expression turned up to him in question again; he could see the glint in your eyes and the emotion behind it from the corner of his vision as he waved at you passively, agressively while his eyes lowered back to the heated fog and water. "I don't need to keep seeing that dumb thing."

"I could." You began to left yourself up from where you were kneeling on the ground, and Bojack felt a strike of a severe annoyance at the hesitant feeling of your legs getting up. His hands were trembling as his palms eased through the water, his eyes winced as his ears lowered back. The fear that he felt from what had occurred outside was following the majority of his air as he ket his focus concentrated on the raising fog of the water.

"Yes. I said you should." His voice was somber, matter of fact as his eys turned up to you with an eyebrow raised in his detached enlightment and the passive detachment of his expression. The somber emotion on his face that followed into his tone of his detached and withdrawn indifference of anything other than the matter of fact routine he wanted to get the day onward was increasing the more than he saw the emotion in your eyes that he would have reconginzed anywhere. "I'm glad we agree."

You turned your head down, and your fingers eased across the plastic as your eyes focused on it, detached and exhusted, but there was a glint of something in your eyes that Bojack had long come since to reconginze. He breath in a rasp of a sigh as he turned his head back to the fog of the heated water again as his ears flicked back, head shaking only remotely as he turned his eyes back to the water.

"I keep the thing around when you're gone. Or when I'm alone." A slight edge of vulerntibiltiy eased across his features; it only felt good ether when he felt a sudden rush of confidence that at least for a moment, he could take care of you and try to realize what that meant, or he could have a few moments of his abrasive negativity to have anything softer than that to ease out following.

"You had this thing before."

His breath hitched and he gave a vauge movement of his shoulders, giving a breath as he kept his hand on the water and felt the heat give him somehting to focus on other than the context of the conversation.

"I remember seeing it when I walked in. That's all."

"Yeah, techncially. Technically I did. That is true." His hands swept across the water, and he winced as he watched it spahsed acorss the tub for the sake of something to distract other than his uncertain and aimless answers. "I didn't have to worry about explaining or even thinking about those small, minute mundane details the majorty of my life staying here, so I never espcially thought about it too much except for when in passing." his fingertips scratched across his neck as his eyes lowered. "The small little stupid, minute mundane crevices of whatever I've forgotten about is the next step of things of trying to figure out marraige and what it means, I guess."

"I remember when I walked in one night into the bathroom-couple of nights ago. You were sitting in it with your back turned on the tub and staying in the water. The same muse that ypu've alays given me that wold have just been another empty and meanngless night otherwise."

His eyes lowered. "Well, I couldn't sleep. It felt better to stay in there and to particpiate in at least one small, minute mundane activity that had had nothing to do with dragging you into it."

'You had the most adorable father voice."

Bojack's eyes winced and he turned his head over his shoulder, ears flicked back as his head turned and looked to you. You were stepping your way to the door, your fingertips pressed across the duck as you made your way to the open crack.

"I'm not surprised that you heard that." His eys lowered, defneive and emotionless as his expression eased across your body and the bottom of his eyes winced. "Why are you bringing that up?"

"Because it's true, and I did hear it. That soft, rich and soppy voice you have. It was adrorable-more than that. It had the light and intention and richness that I knew most wish they had that could take them away from the emptiness of their life."

Bojack closed his eyes as he turned his head back to the heated water, threading his hands trough the expaonse of the heat of it.

"I was drunk. Tispy, whatever weird minute mundane thing you want to call it. On nights like the ones were you can't sleep and feel terrible even when your wife is with you do you get to the point where you start to wonder how to make that something more bearable and less nonsencicial and terrible and annoying than what I felt like I should be on those nights-so i ended up doing one of those cute little things where I spilled a lot of vodka into my lungs and tried to calm down the affects of that and made my way into the water and tried to calm myself down from the feeling of guilt and vauge fear that I did feel that way."

"You could have woken me. I wanted you to wake me."

Bojack closed his eyds as he took a breath, then turned his head up as he winced at your body as you were stood in the crack of the door.

"Well, I didn't want to. Can we agree on me being clear on that?"

Your eyes turned down as your hand squeezed on the front of the door, head titled downward as you had a consideration tense across your feautres for a moment as your body swayed in thought. There was an exhustive emotion on Bojack's face as he watched you, his arm leaned forward as he pressed his snout into his palms, though under that was the intimacy of emotion that eased across his feautres as his eyes turned over your uncertain air.

"If I keep waking you, honey, then it's going to continue being a habit. That's all. I don't want to put that on you. Keep the peace."

"It's just-" You paused as your lips pressed together, and your eyes flicked up to him again. Bojack's expression eased back over to your eyes as that detached distant expression as your head titled back up to his eyes again. "You sounded happy. Nourshing."

His eyes turned away from your expression as his ears lowered. "I know, but-"

"You don't have to believe in the abrasive darkness just becusse it seems true to you. I know it feels that way."

"Really. Maybe because for some of us, it is that way. Just because a truth is uncomfortable dosen't mean that it's something that isn't true." He breathed in as his eyes turned back to the heat of the tube again. "Do you want to get into the tube or not?"

The strain in his voice was suggestion his emotional aggrevasation, though there was a hitch of an attempt of patience to his voice that he was trying his best to give you.

"What I mean to say is that you don't have to be disgsuted at the idea of something that could be more other than the dry, inhuman and tired way that you've gone about things. I know it feels like everything else is pathetic and annoying and bullshit."

"I did not say that." A vauge defensive enterd his tone as he turned his head back to you, ears lowered as the muscles on hs face tensed. The warm, grounding humanity thta came from what you ad was the only thing that kept the abrasive fight and aggression away from his air that would have broken his ground by now. "And you know I never said that in regards to having a family."

His eyes expanded at the word, and it was clear from the abrupt and sudden tension across his feautres that were doused in shock momentarily that he vaught the undefined word.

"Exactly." You didn't miss a beat, and your lips rasied up as it met into your eyes while the emotion eased across the understanding of your expression, bitter and openig towards his intimayc drenched in his own bewilderment at once. "And I've held you at night, Bojack. I've felt the way you feel in my arms, the way your body is plush and intimate and how your arms press against my hips, the family feeling that we have with one another in those moments after we've made love, or just holding each other. In those moments, there's a feeling where you feel something that's true and profound and famailiar and family, and I know it dosen't cut through the defensive peptessimst that you've acquired over the past few decades of your life and your understanding of reality, but it does mean that in those moments, the dryness of what you've had to aquire starts to fade away into a natural way, and the warmth replaces that, natural, easy. Can we agree in that?"

"We can." There was a somber matuirtity to his voice, a sense of respect that he gave you as he eased his hands across the water. "I also like the idea of us simply getting inside of the tube together and just enjoying each other for what we can, pulling ourselves together, going out, getting that couple off of my-our, driveway-and fscing the day for whatever it is. With those helicopters and whaever they drgaged out of this, today is going to be the iceberg of the start of the day. Probably, maybe. If I know anything about how people work, and after this amount of time in my career, I do."

For a moment was there no response to where you were standing in the door. Bojack settled for giving a hitch of his breath and a sigh as he began to ease his body upward, threading his hands across his shirt as he pulled it over his neck. With a dim lowering of his eyes and a wear on his feautres did he turn it onto the ground. He turned his head to you pointdly as he began to clamor over the tube, his eyes turned to you pointdly as he eased his way inside of the tube.

"When you're ready, I'm willing to start the day of actual physical activity and reason instead of this wishy washy backwater, let me know." He swore under his lip as he turned his eyes back to the hot water, easing his body into it as he gave a soft swear. His body eased himself into the water and the heat of it, and with a sliht wince of his eyes and a tension on his feautres did he give a slight intake of breath, and with his eyes wincing as he eased his way back across the tube, turning his chubby arms acorss the edge of it as he gave you a vauge nod, eyes lowered cycnically. "Let me know."

You stepped forward through the cracked open door, turning your head down as you kept your focus on the plastic. Bojack sighed heavily as he turned his neck back, eyes lowering back as he gave an abrupt exhusted breath, body easing into the water as the steam contiunyed to rasie.

"A little bit of the oppoiste of what I asked for." His head turned forward again until his snout rested across his chest, eyes lowered and dim as his expression turned acorss your body, hand lifted into a small gesutre. "But, I do guess it is the idea of what I wanted."

"You wanted to get me clean." You placed the duck back onto the side of the tube, the steam of the tube through Bojack's eyes meeiting against his expresison as you placed it onto the edge of the bath. His ears lowered back further as his eyes winced and turned up and watched you as your hands pressed on the straps.

"I did say that." His expression eased across your body as he gradually raised himself up from the tube, body straightening upward as he bean to ease his body trhough the water and over to where you were starting to struggle the from your body, the silk of your sleepwear that he had spent the night holding agaisnt him, curve of his branwy body eased across the greeting of the slender form of yours as he had fetlt the wash of pure and worthwile intimacy meet agaisnt his body while your legs had turned across his stomtach and heat and sweat and the smell of whiskey had grazed across your features as his hands had caressed across your back, that deep and profound worhtwiile intimmacy that left a mark on him that was almost a depressive curve into an emotional astate once someone expereinced that deep compact meaning of what existing meant, and both the heaviness of its beauty and meaning and the incomprhensibly abscence after. His chubby wrists eased out for your hands to put themselves in; there was a soft rasie of your lip as you allowwd your angle to step its way out of the rest of the silk dress, leaving the pale of your body illuimaited through the black of the bathroom. "You have also said a lot to me that has helped me, probably more than I'll ever know what to do with. But it does make the enlightment a little easier wener I find comfort indethcing myself into sabataoge and other things otherwise."

"What is that?" Your hands finished pressing away from the silk dress, and your hand reached out and pressed on his palm as your fingertips eased across his hand.

"Everything. The advice you give me about why i feel more safe in detached and stagant scenariors and adore privacy and what it gives me, even for a little while, away from other people which are flaws that are just an extension of myself. Why I find solace in cycnism and negaivity because it feels-safe. It's the closest thing to control I have."

"This is control?" Your naked body began to slide itself into the water, your eyes, in all their niche richness, authenic and uterly human but hardly known, as most people were, turning up into Bojack's eyes. The muscles on his face tensed as his eyes flicked down to your hand.

"I mean, not tonight, but-"

"Time is passing. Every day it passes, no mater what we think or do, and rather than being bengs who have any sense of genuine control over our lives or the way things are, we're put on this belt of the indifference of time where we're going no matter what we do, and its going to keep moving forward. Eat ourselves alive, or allow it to happen, and it just makes our own ball of life indifferent to time but at the same tiem tragic."

"So what." His tone was dry, his hands reaching out behind the middle part of your back as he began to gide you ito the water, his other hand rested on your wrist as he began to lead you inside of the water as your legs began to kneel down and into it. "If we all end up the same than me having my tail between my legs like some sort of idiot hardly matters, right?"

His smile, tired ad stretched and depleted turned up to your eyes as he met yours in his admitted exhust of discomfort, Your eyes met agaisnt his as the life in your depleted for a moment while your hands grasped his wrists.

"I don't know if Ive sufferd my entire life because I had life in me meant to be shared with you, or if its because we were meant to feel the emtpiness and the suffering togehter, just as one another and with each other, nothing less, or anything more-either way, I've siuffered because I never knew you, and ether way I know that all of my suffering caem from not being able to know you-body, mind, soul and intimacy in your eyes, and I wouldn't even admit it was true if you weren't in front of me and promsing that very thing now." Your hand, wet now from easing through the heat of the water, caressed through the surface of it until the hot water fell through the spaces of your fingertips; your palm reached out and caressed across the bloated wear of his cheek, heated water and your fingertps pressed across his skin. "It's somehting so wonderful and so deprived from how everyone around us thinks that Iwouldn't even know to love someone deeply and to be known by someone else was at the core of all my suffering. Who you are, anyting anyone is, is imposisbly complciated, but no matter whatever stereotypes that people place on your or yourself, the true planes and specciifc ways our humanity is defined naturally by the complex mintue ways that we are, whether we admit it or not, or espically understand it, and I've felt the profound plane of your depth, of you compacity for somber humanity and for love, and I won't turn away from that. I won;t turn away from the fact that we both want the same thing; no matetr how flawed or detached or foggy anything gets, we both konow where this is leading if we don't act, honey, and on the other side of it, this stupid detached small minute pause that we have that isn't living but just anticpaiting or overhtinking life that dosen't even exist outisde of the neurotic conciousness of our minds whilelife happens-I can't do that, sweetheart. Not with you." Your fingertips caressed on the edge of his cheek. "You're too full of depth, too worthwhile, for anything other than that."

Bojack's exxpresion, for all of its wear and his exhusted indifference a moment before, had a hint of a gleam of emotion, and his palm reached out and grasped on your face as his fingertips caressed agaisnt your skin.

"I know. It's complciated and simple att the same time, I get that. Maybe that's the reason why I feel like it's better to-not. For a little whie." His voice was shy, timid and toned with his own exhust.

"That's the thing, sweetheart. I really don't think it is. I know that it's easy to feel like we're important but honey-if we saw for een oe second how repetitve our exsitence is, how infigigent w eare in the same echos of the same lives before and after us of the same general scope of existence and life and humaity and what it means coming and going and how we're just the same relfective pattenrs of coping and living and understanding outisde of how unquie you are to me; we'd both understand that there's nothing left for either of us to contunie to do anything other than to continue to satisfy our own needs than to simply live together. And I wish you would do that."

Bojack eased his hands through the water as he heated rasied up frther from the tube, the fog of it raising further riht along with the heavy white of the fog. His palm reached out, chubby and brawny across your cheek, his eyes dimmed and the muscles on his face tense as his palms eased across your cheek. It was a moment of profound tender attempt for him, his fingertips easing across the side of your cheek as the heat of the water pressed down from your face, the begging in your eyes, the desepraiton of your expression underneath that tinit of patience you alays gave him.

"And another thing you mentioned." His thumb contuined to ease across your cheek, his snout tilted forward as his eyes eased onto yours in an attempt of insistence. "The idea that eveything gets heavier the less love there is behind it. Everything without love, everything without healing-complete questionable pain that most people probably don't want to deal with or can't handle, espcially with their own pain they already have to deal with, and the pain thrusted on that other person that they can't deal with-like a goddamn challenge they can't handle on thier own that other people ca't, either, which destroys them." His head tilted across your face as his snout tilted across your expression insistence of desperation eased into his eyes as his expression met your face. "Can we agree on that?"

"Any chldren we have will know who you are. They'll learn to love you and keep you by them, and they'll learn to love you for everything you are. I promise."

"Jesus. A quick one hundered eighty from the result I was trying for." His eyes dimmed as his palms eased across your cheek, and with a readjustment of your body Bojack eased his embrace across yours, your head leaning across his chest as his amrs pressed onto yours, his snout grazed onto the side of your shoulder. "I guess that's what I can expect."

Your eyes fluttered across his chest, and with a gentle movement of your body did you lean yourself forward and graze your body across the plush cruve of his stomatch. His head titled across the curve of your neck as the muscles on his face tensed, his snout easing across your cheek.

"You told me that pain was a freedom, also, because it took us away from this heavy obligation we carry every day known as hope. I ound a lot of truth to that." His head turned up to the door, still cracked open messily from where it had been half open a moment before, his hands entangld across your hair. "I think having kids would be the heaviest hope I could ever carry. Even more than marraige. Maybe that's part of the reason why I never wanted to even get the geenral idea of it-not really. It always seemed too-heavy."

"It is true that hope is heavy, espiclaly when you have to put so much belief in it."

"Exactly. So what's the point?"

"But-" Your hands squeezed across his back, feeling the minute black hairs from the chubbiness of his back as he took an breath as eased his hand across your palms. "The thing about lack of hope is that it becomes harder and heavier to carry over time."

Bojack's eyes winced, and even just from how he turned his head over to your shoulders with his hands caressign absentmindly down and up across your back was there the clear exustion and petemissim in his expression.

"Dediicating myself to you might be the only worthwhile, long term meaningful thing I'll ever get. That I ever could commit to, or have the enegry or beleif to instead of letting the emptiness take me. To let the pain get worse in ways I can't even imagine. To take somethig seriously, no matetr how much of a commitment it is, is so-" He sighed, his snout eased agaianst your shoulder. "Meaingful. Consistent. The best thing I've ever had. I can feel how true it is. It has this..rihness, this life to it, unlike some pahse I go through just to fo it. I need that. I always have. I jst never realized how important dedication was." A slight shrug of his chubby shoulders. "Maybe I never will."

There was an abrupt, sudden sound of an implosion from outsde; the vauge sound of what sounded like tires screeching across the driveway. It was enough to make Bojack's grasp agaisnt your boidy abruplty turn loose; but he arms contraced back into your embrac again as his eyes snapped up to the open door, and your body trembled as it eased further onto his body. He breathed a pant as he pushed you further back in, and your head turned agaisnt his chest as you turned your gaxe over to where there was the sound of anothe maddening cry that emitted out from the driveway.

Your head turned back to Bojack' chest, your fingers easing across his palms, and his head turned down as he gave a wuick breath of his own timid caution caught off gaurd; his head turned down a she felt the way he intimayc of your body began to ease away from his embrace; your hands reachig out to grip onto the clothes ypu had left in front of the tube.

"No. Sweetheart, don't." Bojack began to rasie his body off of the tube, moving his way through the water as his arm reached out to yours while you made your way to the edge of the tube. "The guy is fine. He'll figure it out. Drugs and whatever the hell else he took is going to take the two of them out for awhile, sure, but they'll be fine. They asked for this."

There was a vauge treamor on your feautres. You eased your wrist out of Bojack's hand to press on your wrst as you began to ease yourself out of the tube, shaking the water off of your body as you began to shake the water off of your body, awkwardly, the water dripping from your body and hair as you reached out tto the dress that was crumpled across the floor. You allowed your wrist to keep on Bojack's hand as he kept his grip on you as he watched you deseprtley; his eyes were insecure and he began to lift his body up from the water a bit as his hands kept gripped onto your wrist.

"Honey, I'm sorry about the children. We don't have to think about it."

"We never do." Your voice was pointed and jaded as you snapped your free hand onto your dress; Bojack roleld his eyes as his ears lowered while that tender exhustion met into his eyes again as his grip stayed as tight.

"We have enough to worry about today. This is a weird day to bring something like this up."

"And it was yesterday. And last week, And last month. It always is."

"Yes, I know. I know that." His hand that wasn't grasped onto your wrist rasied up, eyes dim as he eased his hand forward in caution. "Baby, I know. And I'm sorry. It's just that coming up with a right answer on the spoke, and right away-"

"I've been mentioning it for months. Before we even got married I could feel it in you. And you're leting it waste."

The sounds of the screeching tires were becoming more intense, the wheels squealing across the front door. Your head turned up as your eyes flared into concentration at hearing it.

"Don't fo to that guy, at least. Go into the bedroom, get dressed, go outside and look at the balcony until we're ready to have a conversation again. Hell, I'll even allow you to take my car that you can't drive. But don't get involved with people from my past. Please."

His hands were gripped onto your wrist with an even further intense insistence, and there was a begging boyish desepration to his air that was borderlining of a begging and dragging pull.

"At least its another distraction. I'll need more of those if we're going to understand how I can be around someone I know has the potenitail for so much more, and to see you letting the light die in you that's so rich that I can't even fathom it."

"What is this rich you're talking about?" Bojack's eyes winced as he squinted his expression to you, a vauge fight in his expression as his eyes eased across yours. "What is rich about me not having an answer that you decdied that I'm ready for? What do you want me to say, that I'm ready to get up on my feet and just start a goddamn life chnaging dedication like that? What do you want me to sya other than what's true?"

"What is true?" Your head snapped over your shoulder as you awkwardly tried to eaed the dress up with one hand; Bojack's eyes turned down as his expression turned on your akward and agressuve movements, ones that were borderline caged by his grasp on your wrist; he let his grasp go, his hands coming to rest by his chest.

"You alrreayd know." His hands came to press on his chest. ears flicked as his plush bpdy turned into himself in apology. "I can't be what you see in me. No one can. You have this great matuirty of seeing things and people as they ae but-you're not showing that with me."

"I show and tell you everything you are and a truth so acknwoleegd that it becomes dpethless and stagant. I couldn't try to love you more; I never could."

"Love? Is that the same thng as asking the same question over and over and seeng what happens even though you aready know something like that was decdied a long time ago by me?" His eyes winced as his ears splayed, insult in the tension of hsi snout."You know what, by this age you should come to know that life s random. It owes you nothing, it dosen't even know what that even is, its a terrfying force completley incapble of caring about or understand our needs, and you come around and try to act like the same is true of people and our relationship with your wobbling words of motherhood and other shit-" He waved his arms in front of him as his hand were eased forward in mocking-"but the easy combination or understanding of what you want of eveyr secret crveic eof who I am, and just because I'm yours, dosen't exist. Welcome to it."

There was a pause in the conversation, yourself turning back behind the tube as Bojack turned his attention back to the water, sweeping his hand under the heat of it while the tension on his face kept. There was empty space with nothing interrupting the sound of Bojack's hand easing through the hot water, until there was a slight breath of his exhustion, slight and minute and accepting, as he turned his eyes back to where you stood, eyes detached and gazed at the plastic duck.

"Sorry." His ears flicked, and with a long pause that came from your end did your eyes flick and you shook your head, placing the duck back beside Bojack, and your body coming to sit by the edge of it while your hands rested beside the rasie of the heated water. Bojack's chubby arm came to rest by the side of the tube, eyes winced as his expression turned over your body.

"I won't go out there. Promise." Your hand reached out and squeezed across Bojack's palm, and after a moment of hesitancy his lips rasied into something that was worn and shy, guilty but accepting as he threaded his stout fingertips across your palm.

"That's one thing we can agree on right now, at least, right?"

You gave a soft breath, your eyes turned down to his fingertips as your hands eased across his, eyes detached for a moment in thought. The apology in Bojack's eyes increased as his expression eased across yours, and he opened his mouth only for an inch of a moment while the minute vauge choas in his mind try to come up with something to say.

"Honey, if we talked more about it, in a way that seemed less..like somehting that needs to be accomplished. A wall, or something. Where there isn't this forceful challenege of transitioning from one thing to the next and there needing to be all these..changes in between. Maybe then." His insecure, wet eyes turned to your hands as his fingers continued to ease across your palm. "Being married to you, the way you make me feel, what you inspire me to be, is the reason why I feel this strange..psychological building that feels like by some chance, it might just stay with me, even if anything were to ever happen, to either of us. Like this example of what could be possible, and it turns out that that's so much more powerful than just an idea. Complex." His head turned up, emotional eyes and the depth of his menaing for and to one another fully executed through his expression as his teeth poked gently, and though there was an abrasive fear in his eyes there, there was almos more life, meaning, and depth and a constant promise for life to follow under his emotion. "I spent my entire life only thinking about the idea and feeling like that was enough."

"So." Your eyes met into his, and your slender fingertips came to graze across the contrast of his chubby palm. His eyes turned up as he met into your eyes, allowing his hand to be cradled by your palm."

"So." He paused as his eyes turned in front of his expression in thought, pupils dilating in his confliction. "So-I feel like it already took me long enough to get to this point. To believe in it, and to readjust all these patterns of what I expecte dmmy life to be-and I had to overcome all these challeneges and even now, I don't think I got to the point where I'll ever really be someone that can fully feel celebrated with the way things are, even if I do everything I can to try and readjust myself any day."

"And carrying the emptiness, the disappointment every day. That won't ever change, be any different?"

"Maybe it won't." There was a soft hitch in his voice as his eyes turned back up to you and met your eyes. You turned your head down as your hand caressed across his fingertips. "At least I already started the accptence with what this feels like. What leveraging myself in life seems like, at least a little bit. Even if it dosen't work out long term, I did allow myself to have a little bit of hope."

"And having more hope. That feels like something you can't allow yourself to have?"

"When it comes to something like kids?" His expression lowered as his fingertips readjusted and gripped across your wrist, with a slight tug of your wrist as he pulled ypou fiurther buy the tube and by him. "Including the idea of anentire other life, the copnstant promise of it, the idea that I could even try to give them that-or even you, long term."

"But you can. Just because other people can't see where you're coming from emotionally dosen't mean that you can't believe it yourself. A soft laugh, a raise of your lip as you kneeled yourself down in front o Bpojack and met him at eye level, the encouragement issuing further in yoir eyes.

"Who said anything about this being about other people? This is about me, zooming out of my own judgement and cyncism of other people, and seeing myself exactly as I am. And believe me, no matter how much I might judge and hate other people's parenting and their attempt of it, that fear dosen't circle back to me, or hatred. That has everything to do with who I am, at the center core of my existence, when all the other doistractions are taken away and I'm left with nothing but myself. And I know well enough-" He rasied his hand in front of him in a gestiure to stop you as he saw your mouth open- "-I know well enopugh for any future kid and for both of us that that isn't going to go well. Take who I am outside of whatever I put on others, asnd there's nothinmg but everything I already feel and know that's wrong with me, the same wau every miserable person does." His head titled foward as his eyebrow rasied, gazing aty you and picking you apart in question. "And you want to believe those kids would have a good life."

"It would't have to be kids. One. The attempt of it."

Bojack winced, his head tilted back as his expression and the conflicting emotion met acrpss your body.

"Why are you pushing this? All the posisbilites. all the different ways we can see and dress this up, of anything. You know how big of a deal the marriage thing was."

"I'll love you no matter what."

"Will you?" An abrupt conflict in his eyes, his hands that were cradled beside your palms starting to pull themselves put for a few inches as his eyes flicked past yours in question. "Because I have come to know that look in your eyes. The few rare minute connection I have to anyone that's impossible to find with anyone to the point of extreme cyncism and even sociopathy. I almost wish I didn't in this case, because I know it measn this is important enouigh to you that you're not going to let this go."

He began to ease his body and the plush curves of his body further back into the heat of the raising water, his eyes dimmed and the wear on his face lowered as he eased his body back into into it. Your hands pulled on his palms in an attempt of insistence as you led him back to your chest, his eyes turning back up as he met into your eyes, and though there was a small hesitancy in the way he reponsed to being puilled forward by you, he allowed it to happern, fopllowing the ricvh connection you gave to one another that was the cloesest thing to humanity and relief either of you got.

"I love you anyway." Your fingertips eased across his palm as your eyes met his, and there was almost too much understanding inm your eyes; it was in conflict with the black he felt towards his loathing and confliction as his eyes met into youirs, but there was a need there, along with the warm he felt with you that was one of the few elements he felt that was something close to relief that he felt without the odd repulsion of it. You eased your fingertips across his hand as you lifted his hand up to your mouth, giving him a kiss across his knuckles as you squeezed his palm in reassurance. "I promise that, even if I don't always execute it in the way I need to."

Bojack's pupils eased in front of him with conflict and choatic thought, turning away from yours as he met his gaze into the nothing that was the grey wall.

"You make me feel alive. And I would love you anyway, in whatever way you were, and I knew I loved when I saw you. Everything you are or were. There's very little, if any, way that you could ever dress yourself up in your relief that wouldn't give me relief even in the worst of times, or of anything I ever heard in people's constant flaws. I know how rare it is to see someone and their story, even though it's all anyone wants or craves, and knowing you, like you just told me, is the only way to give ourselves that enough to carry ourselves."

"And you think that's going to last?" His eyes winced as he looked over you in question, though he allowed you to continue to push him forward until his plush elbows were met across the tube. "Enough to carry us through anything with whatever technical problem ends up occuring? Anything that could ever come up?"

"I know it's no promised. And I don't want to push you."

"Then why?"

"What is promised?"

"A lot. Money. Shelter. Anything with a soulless pratical application. Anything other than what I feel like I didn't need until it started to destroy me the older I went without it. Everything for so long when it came to emotions was just so-" He chuckled, his eyes winced as a distant look eased into his eyes in a sick;y wretched amusement. "Digsuting. Pathteic. Everyone was always talking to one another but it seemed like everyone was always just proving how little they knew how to help each other, or connect. I always thought it was profoudnly pathetic, but nothing I ever did proved anything different, which just made my loathing for it worse. I just wanted black, after awhile, no matter how terrible it was, because that was the only thing that made sense to me, the ony thing that didn'y feel liek a fake desperation at anythiong above what people wished things were."

Your eyes turned across his, the emotion in your hiungpver and red eyes meeting into his, offering a clarity in your eyes that was emitting out his own, whther he meant to or even wanted it to.

"Do you think what we have is strong enough to overcome that belief?" Your head turned down as your lips pressed agains this knuckles. "I knopw how much emotions are alwasy chnaging, constantly. I'm not saying they're not. But we're in the thread of constanlt finding one another and evoloving, growing, into the same path of understanding. Can we agree on that?"

His eyes met across yours, muscles above his eyes tense. "We can." He pasued as his eyes, distant and buried with his complecity turned back down to your palm, giving a vauge shrug of his shoulders. "I just don't know if-"

There was the sudden sound of a fist pounding itself against the side of the wall; it was enouigh of a souund that it felt likr a force large enough that it left a dent was left in the grey open door. Bojack let out a sharp hiss through his teeth, followed by an abrupt akward yell as his eyes widened as he jumped aburplty in the water, eyes snapped over to where the sudden sound emitted.

"Horseman?" The knock continued, the sound slamming across the door as the sound of muttering across the walls between where the people were standing-it sounded not entirely unlike police as their feet were stomping agaisnt the ground as their mumuering rasied into the air while the talked to one another lowly, their muttering executing their concern. Fear emitted into Bojack's eyes as his pupils dialted further-you reached out a hand that was previoulsy pressed across Bojack's palm as it met across his cheek. His eyes dilated back up to your palm again and his expression turned up to your palm, easing agasint his cheek in an atempt to calm him as you met the fearful paralzed look that entered his eyes. His expresiion and he empitness of the dialtion in his eyes met across yours as the worry in his eyes met into your attempt at reassurance.

"What are they doing? Should we get out?" His hand pressed on the side of the tube as he rasied his pllush form out from the heat of the water, his body raising itself up from the water for a moment; but your hand came to rest across his shoulder as you gently eased him back down. His teeth poked as his exhusted and pained eyes turned to you in desperation, ears lowered and expression timid.

"Horseman? Is the wife home?" The muttering increased from the crowd outside of the door, the boots squealed across the pavement as the voices rasied and talked to one another in a low tone. There was the sound of an exasperated sigh, and heavy boots walking forward to the grey door. Bojack's insistent eyes were easing into your expression again as the hollowing fear and quyestin entered his eyes; you only grazed him further back down onto his shoulder with your other hand that had been placed across his hand as it met onto his brawny shoulder and eased him further back into the water, and with a tender look in his eyes did he allow himself to be pressed back into it, though his fingers kept tense on the edge.

"Horseman, we know that it's easier to try and just let things happen. Turn out the way they do." There was a pause, with nothing but the sounds of the boots and the stepping of the shoes that were grazed across the pavement, and several more voices that were impossible to hear among the muttering and low talk between them. There was the slight sound of a clearing of a throat, the sound of the person readjusting as he stood in front of the door; his voice was low, vaugelly cocnerd, demanding to a point. "We saw what occureed outside your house just now. The lights and some screaming. Got a call from Channing Tatutm about the noise."

"Tatum?"Bojack's eyes widned, and a vauge swear left his lip. "I knew I should have sent that guy somehting for Christmas. That guy has power to tell on us."

Though his voice was low and whispered, your hand squeezed across his wrist as you gave ghim the attempt of reassurnace. His eyes lowered to your hand as it kept on his wrist but the sounds of the boots coming from the outside and the coinflcited disocurse between what seemed like an increased large concern as well as the conflict of the party increased.

"We assume that your wife and yourself are busy. We've already heard of at least several of the two people that died here last night. We need to talk about that, too."

"They were supposed to be cleared." There was a sharp edge to Boajck's voice, his eyes wide as he gazed at you with his frustaretd insisitence. Your head only turned down as your fingertips continued to squeeze across his wrist, emitting the calm you were attempting to give him as much as you were able.

"The two people out here just now. There was one that was a husband, he said that before he got in his car, and another that was his wife. We can't find the woman; we'd like to think from the captures we got from the helicopters that it's somehting that was of some theatrical nature that occured last night. But considering the deaths last night-and we know partiies can get out of hand, espcially parities like yours and your peers-but we wanted to make sure that there was a full investigation to make sure that we can look through all the corners, evidence. Sooner rather than later."

"I don't think either of them are home." A low suggestion of a woman's voice that spoke under the command of the man's. and the sound of the man's boots turning over to her and some low talk for a moment.

"We know this is hard to hear, but we can't allow you and your wife to get away with everything that happened last night just for the sake of it. No one is born on this easrth and then gets away with things just for the sake of it, if you understand, and part of the pain is that its the opposuite and no one is ever really given much of anything or owed it. I understand that the two of you may be pulling yourselves together, and I want you to know that we'll give you and your wife that for now, but we do need to hear back from you both and any reports with can come up with. We would prefer the results to be here sooner, rather than later. We alredy have Chad's body from overnight being driven by the man who looked like he had jut suffered a profound loss-if it wasn't for the fact that his wife and himslef was putting on some weird performance or magic trick, I would have been plently tricked."

"Shush! Shush! I know." Bojack's hand came to squeezed across your palm as he gave you a thread and a squeeze of his palm, giving you a deseperate wince as his palms squeezed across your palm as his eyes winced at you in a desepration for you to follow suite with where he was going mentallly. His two palms kept firmly gripped onto your hand as he winced as turned his eyes upward to where the noises were still low and mumering in their thought as he kept his hands pressed on yours, ears flicked back as he rasied his body a few inches from the water.

"Uh-We do-we are working on all those thngs you mentioned. Yes."

"Horseman." Bojack's voice, more lighter and shy and more timind than usual considering that he had that usual confident and straight forward tone, brought out the sudden surprise of the police officer from the door. Though Bojack's eyes winced in his own uncertinity as the officer's vocie talked to his party, it was clear that he wanted to pursure this. "Thank God. I didn't think you and your wife would be home at this hour-or funtioning. When we asked the lemur he only said that he had failed."

"We-" There was an awkward and drawn out uncerinity to Bojack's response as his face froze, his eyes and the awkward emotion across his face turning as his eyes met into yours. He cleared his throat as he saw the insistence of your eyes that was, if nothing else, going along with the idea of Bojack contuining his lead. "My wife and I are currently getting ready for the day, yes. The lemur you talked to-he was a guy that was with his wife last night with both of them doing their more..eccentrc ways of coming voer for a hangover. They helped us get Chad's body out of my backyard and made it one less thing for my wife and I to have to worry about, all things considered. We were supposed to take Chad over to the police station ourselves, espiclaly since his untimely death."

"We heard that. Though the lemur man didn't hold back in making it obvious that he thought it was all of you combined. He said as much."

"He did?" Bojack's eyes flared open, and his fingertips gripped further on your palm in an attempt of grounding. Your head leaned forward as you took your own inward take of a breath, trying to readjust the tension in your body yourself as Bojack's eyes winced and turned back to your conflicted air.

"Look, we don't want any issues with either of you. We promise. If we can come in and investiagte and sweep through the area while the scene is still fresh and with the evidence a little more fresh than usual, we'll leave, and your wife and yourself can come over to the court case and you can both sit down, help one another, connect with each other and bring down your story."

"Our story." Bojack's tone was dry, right along with his eyes. He turned his head to the bath towel in question, his eyes easing to you in question as to whether or not he should get out. Your hand only kept on his and you gave him a short nod. "You do realize how many witnessess there were last night? I wouldn't be bothered to remember them all even if I had to, which if I do, is already a total lost cause."

"Let us sweep through the area right now. Are you both dressed, decent?"

"We are absoutely neither of those things." Bojack's voice was cut, sharp, and his eyes were dim in his own exasperation that clearly had some of the protection he was trying to give himself from the uncertinity that was spanning out in front of the two of you. "But we are in the bathroom. Priviate enough, and as far as I'm concerned nothing especially profound or violence or any combination of those things happened over night here. Just a few-discussions of a questionable variety."

"If we investigate now, the chances of either yoou or your wife being under anything of suspciion will be far less likely." The woman polcie officer's voice was now becoming more promiment as she walked her way to the door. Bojack's eyes flicked to you as his expression met yours in question; you onluy gripped his hand and gave a soft squeeze of something that was of both encouragement and agreemnt for him to do whatever he felt he could.

"Go ahead. The door is unlocked, due to the fact that I thought my wife and I were done for a while when it came to people showing up."

His ears lowerd further as he spoke the permission, but there was an acceptance that was rasining further into genral enegry of your bodies, and that gave at least a vauge sense of control in the middle of the unceirnity. There was the sound of a hand presssing on the door, the sound of the door cracking open as a laugh left the party, the mumering increased as they began to walk their way inside.

"The fact that you left the door open is already enough of a sign that we need that you'r eboth well on your way to be considered not guilty, Horseman. You and your wife."

"Unless he's more of a reckless uncaring jackass than anyone could have imagieed."

Though the statement was lowly spoken, it was just loud enough that it was clear that the woman didn't espcially care if Bojak heard or not. His expression remained stoic, thoughtful, but he broke as something more vulnerable and tender, edged with a regret or something akin to worry entered his expression; he turned his head downward as he closed his eyes, giving a soft vulnerable breath as he turned his head down as the boyish emotion and the wear on his face of his age reached his moment of exhaustion.

"Quite the place you got here."

"Yeah. Always beena great place for people to show up and leave their shit behind after they came here to forget they existed for a little while. If anything could ever give them that to begin with by the time they show up here."

The musles on his face hardned as he pointed aburplty over to where the yellow bath towel was that was crumpled onto the ground wheere he had lazily left it. Your eyes met his and you gave an abrupt nod, your fingertips squeezing across his palms as you walked your way and kneeled down to press the towel in your palms.

"Heard your wife was espcially thoughtful. Must be harder and harder to connect with people, and then to fight depression and other mental disorders that comes from that lack of conection."

"I've heard. Might have been the reason why my dumb brain thought inviting people over that she'll never really know and that she's in a different realm of depth with might be a good idea."

"She dosen't drink, does she?"

"Drinik?" Bojack's eyes, devoid of life enough for you to notice turned up to where you lended out the towel; his palm reached out as his plush body got himself up from the hot water, worn face turning down to the towel as he gripped hi hands around the side of the material, plush curve of his stomach reaching out over the towel as annoyance crossed his features while the wear of his face tensed as he tied it across his hips. He began to step his way out of the tube, you stepping back as he turned his dry expression over to the door. "I mean, yes. I don't know or think or am even aware there would ever be any other alternative with being with me."

"Must be quite an interesting life. Someone like you who's known for not settling or the want of it, someone as her who seems gentle and quiet-though I'm sure that there's plenty that you know about here that sees past the total indifference of the rest of the world when it comes to her. Everyone's got something.

"Excuse me, I thought you came here to investigate?" The muscles on Bojack''s face tensed as his hard eyes turned to you in his hard annoynce as he saw the complex unceinity of your face; Bojack stepped his way over to the door hand reached out from the other that was keeping a firm grip to keep the towel around his hips.

"Honey." You stepped forward, and Bojack's annoyance turned to you. You gave a small shake of your head. "It's alright."

His eyes flared with annoaynce. "It's not alri-"

"Good thing you did, anyway, Horseman, at your age. With your age it's far too easy for people to accept where they've been, who they are, or rather not. To allow yourself to try something new at your age, to truly live and to meet your wife and to find something that I'm sure was a specific spiritual awakening only specific and understood to know, like how everyone only knows themselves, must have been. To be able to go a new mile at any age and to live beyond what you've already known must be incredible."

"Great." Bojack's stout fingers rested by his palm again. He rasied up his hand in a gesture of a question as he turned to you, vauge question in his annoyance. His eyes turned down to where your body was stepping forward, hands pressed across your arms as you stepped your way forward to voice was low, minute, grumpy and whispered as he spoke, "What?"

"Stay in here."

Bojack's eyes dimmed, and his eyes darted to the door. "Ok. But what if it gets to the point where they find something and misinterpert it without us being able to say something to make them understand what actually happened? I can't go to jail. Especially not now."

"Going out and trying to breathe down their neck will only make it worse." Your voice was low, and althought Bojack gave you a raise of his eyebrow, he allow your hand to caress across his palm as his dry eyes followed your grasp across his and downward to keep him from pressing on the door.

"Really?" His eyebrow rasied up, though for all his cycnical look, he allowed his hand to be met by your palm as you caressed his hand gently. "And you learned how to be able to deal with all this when?"

"What feels good is control and deep focus. We both know that. I know that from hodlding you at night, of being focused on the purpose of how much I love you in general. Let's keep with that. Tripping over oursleevs to try and convince them of something else is only going to sell us out as something further."

"Ow!" Both you and Bojack's attention snapped over to the door as there was the sound of the same hevat boots that must have been part of the police department trip over an object. Bojack's eyes, wide with surpirse then eased down as his ears flicked back into a dry exasperatiom. He raised up a thumb and pressed it against his palm that was caressed and held by your hand/ "Goddamn piss sucker!"

"You ok, buddy?" Bojack's tone was dry, tired, and met into the exhustion of the predcitability of the scenario. His eyes turned, vulenrbale only in personal worry, as his puffy eyes met yours.

"Just a lot of junk leftover, is all." The policeman laughed, heavy boots stomping on the large grey ground.

"Yes. I did try to warn you. And the majorty of it isn't even ours."

"Here-let me help." The sound of the same policeman that had talked to the two of you through the door initially made his way over to where there was still the crumbling attempt of the boots trying to rebalance themselves.

"No!" The policeman practialy hissed the words, and the sound of the boots snapping across the glass metal suddenly emitted further through the empty space as there was some low talking between them. Bojack's hands cramped on his chest as he winced, turning his way backward while he took a few abrupt steps back as his eyes darted to you in his cointuined dry question, an emitted slew of emotion behind his attempt at having control under his dry exasperation.

"Why?" His hand reached out and grasped onto your wrist with a soft but abrasive urgency. "Wht if they see something and twist it into something it's not?"

"Dammit!"Another kicked bottle, and another swear that left the police woman's lip as there was the sound of a large boot kicking across the glass again. Bojack's head turned to the door as his ears lowered while a hard look came across his face, but there was a weariness of acceptance there as he felt the insistence of your hands on his palm.

"What do you think I should do?" His voice was low, urgent, as his ears flicked back while he looked at you pointedly.

"Let me have this."

"You ok out there?"

"Just a lot of junk that was left behind from the party."

"Yeah. At least its all the evidence you asked for. Not sure what the problem with that is."

Your hands squeezed by his wrist and Bojack winced as he turned his eyes back to you, muscles on his face tense as he gave you a flare of a hard gaze. He could read the insistence in your eyes, and he gave you a quick shrug as his eyes darted between yours in question.

"What?"

"You can't help with this." Your words were whispered and quick, low and with that vauge emotional urgency under it as your eyes flicked to the door.

"And what would you think we should do? Allow the lemur to do whatever the hell he wants with that body, to have him take it away and dress up whatever narrative he wants? If the police are walking around our house the best thing we can do is at least try and reassure them that we're the ones that didn't have anything to do with whatever complex stories they make up, or even worse, whatever accusion or druken misconception people come up with who were here. We have no idea what people are up to or what kind of motives they have. Bahbah-" He eased his hand forward as he aburplty stopped your mouth opening to respond. "You know it's true. What's wrong with trying to control that, even just a little bit?"

Though with such venom that it almost made you recoil, and Bojack, in the middle of his inner panic and the abrasive feeling that came out of his words, both softened but shrugged as he looked at you with his abrasive insistence.

"I'm willing to work with this going forward. In whatever way that looks like." The muscles on his face tensed and treamored with a tension as he caressed his fingertip across your wrists. "But I'm not letting this blow out in something so large that who the hell knows what will happen when it does. What we have is so comfortable, and easy, familair, gentle-" There was a soft glint in his eyes as he thought it over, distant in the reflection of the soft of his humored eyes, conflicted in all of his unconventionality and the complication in his awkward chaotic inner headspace, clumsy but loveable. It eased itself into a frown as the expression on his face hardened itno a somber frown. "I don't have to lose that because we gave people who make it their problem space to figure out their own conclusions. I can't. I've already wasted so much of my life spending every day feeling miserable and letting other people control my happiness and what life should be and waiting for something to take me out or just accepting with this terrfying anxiety and emptiness that this was all there was until death. I don't want to think that way anymore."

Though there was an intensity of a question of complexity and hurt in your eyes as your expression eased across Bojack's and it was clear that you were uncomfortable from the way he was treating you with such insistence, there wasn't even the slightest suggestion of regret in Bojack's eyes in comparsion to his intensity. Your hands began to ease down from where your fingers were pressed across his wrists as you saw the visible way his eyes were flaring with a fire that seemed to only grow more intense as he took in your reaction; normally, Bojack would have had a reaction of instant apology, but instead there was an abrasive defense in his eyes that suggested the genuine fear that he felt of what was on the other side of what he thought would occur from inaction.

"Everyone finds one stupid, minute mundane little thing that they use to occupy their lives that they didn't even consent to to fill out the empty space of their life until they're gone. People are just stupid, passive little nonconsensual particles just floating around and not even being intentional with their pain or why they do anything. But we get up and we do our stupid little equally pointless acitvies every day because most of us are too scared of the alterantive. Our marriage is mine. And I need freedom, I need to be out and away from jail or away from constant interviews and questions from obnoxious empty people, to give either of us that. Ok?"

"I wouldn't call our marriage something that would be something just to pass empty space." Your eyes possesed a vauge insult of emptiness, but as Bojack's hands eased on the door as he began to open it to the demeanding dynamic of the large boots stomping across the floor, of the speakers they used to speak their reports lowly to one another as they made their way through the kitchen and began to pick up bottles, spilled substances into see through bags, their mumured talk easing through the space.

"Well-" He gave a shrug as he turned his eyes down, exhusted and empty but full of that hidden deteremination behind it. "I guess maybe I would, too, if I wasn't too busy trying to process how I've finally allowed myself to have a genuine sense of hope this late in my life." He shoved his hand on the door as it began to open. "I used to tell Princess Caroline how sick of acting I was, and she would always tell me there was no suhc thing of getting sick of art, just that I had nothing I currentlly beliveved in to execute that message I had through art, which is all art is; belief. You allow me to have that belief, but you need to let me protect it."

Though there was a minute hint of Bojack having that depth of regret, his eyes dart down frantically back towards the living room as he began to thread his hands across his wrists as he walked his way outward to where the police men were focusing on the rest of the garbage from overnight and the meaingless time that had been had while the evidence of it was thrown around the large expanse of Bojack's already bittersweet empty space. He turned to you as he gave you a hard check of his eyes that he could go forward without any disgareement from your end; you gave no direct answer, but the step forward you made through the stagance of the bathroom was all the answer he needed.

He breathed in as he shrugged his shoulders, rolled them, closed his eyes, took a breath, and walked his way out to the cluster of the team of police that were busy in the living room, several black trashbags bring tossed into their handling of it, along with the see through bags being picked from professionally chosen careful devices to pick up any small minute device that caugth their attnetion.

"Hey." Bojack walked forward towards a pelican woman; her white feathers were plastered down around her skin as her eyes were sharp and foucsed across one of the bottles she picked up, blood tipping from the edge of the glass. Her eyes darted to Bojack as she gave him a rasie of her brow quicklly, sharply, with very little to any acknolwmenet other than what was there for obligation.

"Funny, isn't it? The only thing people crave to do at the end of the day is to essentially do this that require no skill or talent, or hard work, to justbe carefree. And people llike you throw these partiies in their labored lavish chores for the sake of trying to pretend llike you're having with the way you've bent your backs to be a part of all this."

With the long metal device that was in her grasp did her eyes turn over the metal, and then with a vauge grunt did she toss it onto the plastic bag. Bojack stepped back, his fingertips pressing together as his eyes turned up and watched her with concern.

"How long is this going to take? Sweeping through my house."

"Depends on how much we feel like is worthy to be analyzed. Seeing how much occured last night and how many things there are that happened to report, I'd say that you and your wife can prepare for a relaxed and queit hangover day to ease your minds from whatever flaws other people jammed from their noise and into you for tommrrow." Her white hand pressed on her hip, the black of her outfit adding to the indifference of the soullless routine of the rest of the team as they contuined to ease their hands through the items on the counter, suspecting several different of Bojack's plants he had by the window and inspecting inside and under couches, some even taking to where they were walking outside and talking to one another with a low, tense tone as the majorty kept a pad in thier palm as they made their way out to the balcony.

"So there's a good chance you are all taking this seriously, then?" Bojack's hands rasied out into a vaugely sarcastic gesture. The pelican laughed, hidden and sharply as she turned her way to the bathroom. She gave an indicated nod over to where Bojack had just come from; before Bojack even turned, he already knew what she was referring to.

"Have your wife and yourself taken any time to do research of what people are saying about their death?"

"Have we taken time? Well, we've had nothing happen since then but increasingly more demaning requests for us to 'perform' in front of them while they continued to be drunk and high, I held my wife and took her to bed while she tried to do the ebst she could to hold and clean me from where there would usually be a guy despertly trying to be someone that keeps coming ou in the inetviable past and beackground drops now and then of the person I'll always be, we woke up and the lemur man and his wife that I'm sure is part of your inveestigation at this point kept us busy the entire morining after-so, the short amnswer is a resounding no, we haven't have time to look at anything, though I'm sure by the time we do it'll be just as much as a disaster as my worse most insecure nightmare."

"Yeah, ok, Blabberjack. Your wife wants help." She indicated her head over to where Bojack already knew you were walking from the door. His eyes turned, winced and this time showing off some of that impossible simplistic innoncet guilt as his hands played while he watched you walk out from the door.

"Hi." His eyes watched you as you walked your way beside him, the humble worry of his eyes follwoing you. "I'm sorry about what I said. It's just that I don't want them doing this on their own, is all."

"Do you need any specific direction to the best place where you need help investigating?" You didn't acknolwoedge Bojack, and though it wasn't obvious, he read you just well enough to see that there was a slight jut to your chin and a passive agression in your eyes. His eyes turned as he winced while his head turned down, a minute edge of the jabbing dark of his increased worry of the day ahead and how things were going even now.

The pelican gave a slight tilt of her head as her eyes turned down to where there were several forgotten papers that were tossed onto the floor, her eyes indicating towards some of the files that had landed at the bottom of the ground behind several broken glass and bottles.

"I was just telling your curious husband here about the way people were talking about those deaths last night. Some said that they saw the woman on the edge of the cliff before they decdied to jump." She chcukled, passively, disbelieivingly as she leaned down as began to push the glass inside of the black trahsy bag that she gripped from another police man that handed it to her, her hands pushing it into the material. "Some say they saw this colorful-fog, is the best way to describe the gibberish of how it was interpreted to other people. But on a Friday night on Beverly Hills?" She chuckled as the rest of the clutter was pushed firmly into the bag. "Hard to accept anyone's interpretation of whatever happened last night. Probably just a lot of sick people on drugs making up shit."

Bojack's eyes were conflicted, tender empty worry in his expression as he turned his eyes to the door, hardly seeing it as the emptiness of his expression met to the doors that were half cracked open as they men shoved their way past the deck chairs and over to the expanse of the balocny, turning their heads to one another as they took notes against the pads.

"Well-"

"We both saw it." You spoke with an insitence, your hand coming beside Bojack's arm as your palm eased agaisnt his arm. He turned his eyes to you as he gave a vauge wince of a question and bewilderment.

The pelican smirked. "On drugs?"

"God." Bojack's eyes closed as one hand came up to ease across his snout, his eyes closed as the muscles on his face treamored into a tension while he rubbed the pads of his fingertips across his snout. His eyes were imposisblly tired and emotionally dry of someone who had that true emotionally intelligence as he spoke; "Yes, obvioulsy we were influenced. But we saw something, and it wasn't something that even the most vivid drug trip would allow. My wife can attest to that. It was something that was very clearly sober."

"It's true." Bojack's melcholic guilty eyes turned to you as you allowed your hands to gently squeeze his arm. "I saw her jump, and there was a fog, and a cry that came out of her lips before she jumped, just like the lemur man a moment before. It was like a perforamnce, or it would be, if it wasn't so obvious that there was so little sense as to why they would-

"-And of the fact that their acting wasn't as good on camera as much as it was with the way their screams cut out." Bojack's eyes lowered as he looked at you, but his hands threaded and squeezed across your palm.

Your head turned down as you have a soft laugh, muscles on your face tensing as you lip rasied up.

"Bojack-"

"Hey, I'm serious." He turned as he gazed at you with insistence. "I've seen and felt how good it feels to be in a rhythm with yourself and your soul these past few months because of my wife, to feel and to know what truly feels good and of what you need, and believe me, it was not in those guys' real life or in acting. I've worked with them for years, I would know."

Your lips pressed together, but you turned your head up, patiently, with the content even in trouble for as long as Bojack gave you that support; the easiest thing to continue the mundanity of supporting one another, and though that always exciting, certainly it had plenty of consistent reassurance that was the only thing keeping Bojack from panic now.

"It's true. They didn't act the same anywhere else except for this..fog. Whatever it is that caused them to scream-like they were desperate for it, and at the same time it was the worst thing that had ever happened, the end of their life, whether for better or worse."

Bojack gave a nod of frantic insistence, your words being the one thing to break him out of his deep and consistent fear and cycnism. He looked at the pelican woman in insistence. "See?"

The pelican's lip raised up with a vague cocky hidden knowing as her eyes flashed between the two of you.

"At least the two of you have never been afraid to find magic and to try new things and headspaces and lifestyles even after finding one another. Instead of just the stagance of letting everything and everyone talk over you and control you with your life, even though everyone is the same walking bewildered fog of being human at the end of the day. But some people have longitiviety in what they mark on the world and most don't."

Her smirk curved further as she pressed her hands agaisnt the rest of the trash as she walked through the living room that was becoming increasingly less cluttered along with the noise and talking of the low mummer of the rest of the team. "It's good to love your own derannged beliefs and to share it with someone. It's the easiest thing in the world-at least, it should be."

"It's not a deranged belief. My wife and I did see it. And yes, we were a little drunk, and high, and God knows what else. I felt like nothing a few days before we had this plan, and my wife felt it more than me because she hasn't even been involved in..anything, really. in enterainat or connecting to people; just sitting around and preciving life around her and churning in her head of what she could never be apart of. Nothing at all, just someone who was born and exisiting and was never even precieved by anyone else. I wanted to take her out of that."

Bojack's fists were balled into insistence, and your hand reached out further to press on his hand. He turned his begging, soft insistence expression over to you as his eyes met across your hand.

"No. Not now."

"Why not?" His fists were balled and his eyes gazed at you with his own vulnerable begging. "She should know why we wanted to do this. What our intentions were. How else is she going to know so we're not gripped by our head and thrown into chaos just because I wanted to make you feel like, for the first time, you could be apart of things?"

The pelican's quick and sarcastic eyes turned across someone's left over underwear, and with a quick drop did it ease back into the trash. "Everyone has a soul. Everywhere, in general, and some people get to the known for it and some don't. Idiots who don't realize that anyone who becomes known for something as inevitable as responding to life will worship people who are. This worlds rewards the lucky and it punishes people who are the same at their core just for not being given that. No one wants to see most people unless the world caters to them to tell them to."

"I know." Bojack's hand responded to yours as his fingers gripped across your palm with a squeeze. "That's what I was tyring to show my wife, that's all. That even though on the surface, it hardly seems like it, no one ever really knows or stays with anyone unless they commit to marriage. Everyone works togehter, and then they go. But I wanted her to get the first hand of that."

"I was stuck in my head. In the middle of tyring to understand how to love Bojack, who's on the total opposite end of the social food chain."

Bojack graoned, his eyes turned up as he dragged his palm acrosss his snout.

"And those inseuciitres. Exactly what she is echibitng, right now. I just wanted to have a night where all those complications could go away, even if just for a little bit. To show her what bullshit it is, like everything else, so she could be free in herself. We're all lost here. She dosen't have to feel 'not real' or inferior."

"Why are you telling me this?" The pelican eased her hip with a shove against the couch as she finsihed from where she was kneeled down and taking several bits of forgotten strains of herioin and severla broken lipsticks and needles into the bag, slinging it over her shoulder as she began to walked smoothly out over to the balcony. where the majority of the team were already clustering by, heads turned down as their speeches muttered through the concern of their notes over the balcony. \

"I'm just saying, that was my only intention for the party. For anything I do from now on, in general. I want to make that incredibly clear." He waved his arm in front of him in a pointed gesture. You followed, your hands gently easeed across his arm as it hooked across the tension of his body. "I just want to be able to enjoy marriage with my wife."

His voice cracked, and in that was there genuine confession and vulneraility. The pelican woman continued to ease her hips across the door as she gave a grunt, easing her hips across the glass door as she made her way out to the balcony. Though Bojack turned to you in question, his eyes vulneerbale in his guilt and his desperation for the both of you to try and get this one potehole of your niche problems right, your only response for the time being with a soft muttered, "Follow her."

Outside, there were several black trashbags being stacked against one another beside the empty space by the balcony where several of the police had thrown them to the side.

As the two of you walked out into what was now the start of a fairly sudden and open expanse of a sunny day in Los Angeles, the red fog and the suggestion of the lemur's wife and the way her body had wrecked itself now only being soft minute whispered of a faded red around the usual mundane pollution of the sky, Bojack's empty eyes conuited in their fantic movements of his emotional confliction, placing one hand against the other with a frantic and abrupt frantic pattern of stout fingertips across his palms.

He was clearly taken with his wretched uncertainty of the day that was ahead, amd you followed, your air as jaded as much as it was motherly and soft in the exact way that molded Bojack's personal unconventional need.

"At least they cleaned up for us."

Bojack laughed, though it was more of an indifference acknolwegdment.

"At least. Sure."

His voice was cracked and humble with genuine emotion in a way that only someone pure of heart at their core would have had. The team of the police were already marking their sheets across their binders, talking to one another lowly, and communicating through their phones in low voices.

It seemed with every plastic trash bag they stacked, at least two more fell loose beside the other, showing off just how much garbage had been left over from the night before. Bojack gave a swear as he stepped over the garbage that slew across the balcony. raising out his other hand that wasn't clasped on yours into a grip as he gave a rasp swear from his lips while stepping over some of the left over debris.

The left over bottles, papers, and left over clothes and stains were still littering a notable part of the tan of Bojack's balcony, leaving the previously peaceful state of the wooden floor now grotesture with alcohol stains and ones that the both of you assumed could have easily come from bodis. Bojack's teeth were poked in his nervousness as his eyes were bulging with a furious and unapologetic worry and disgust that was aflame in his almond eyes that was spreading out into his frantic touches as he continued to spread his hands further against your hand while you followed him across the pool. Some leftover beer glasses were getting kicked from the frantic uncertain pacing of his movements as he walked over the disarrayed items.

"Shit." Bojack's eyes lowered further into detached disgut as he walked over the glass. The only sign that there was at least some warmth from his end was the feeling of his hand, sweating with a vauge layer as the chubbiness of his palm kept clasped onto your hand. "They did the first layer, that much is obvious."

"They're doing their best."

"Uh-huh." His eyes turned to you with a rasied brow. "Define 'best'. Professionals would be gone by now because they swept through everything like a goddman hurricane."

Bojack gave his aburpt and exhusted breath as he turned his head down to one of the broken bottles; he swore as his eyes winced in that pathetic cut off fashion as a quick cut slashed itself onto his finger from the edges of the bottle; a sudden cut of deep blood began to show at the end of his fingertip.

"Christ! Jesus, goddammit!"

Bojack's eyes winced as he hissed while his eyes darted down towards his trembling fingertip, eyes bulging further as he gripped his hands against his now wounded finger.

"Ow! Son of a gun!"

His breath panted as his hand gripped onto his wrist while blood trailed down the trembling of his hand while it gripped across his wrist.

"Why did you do that?" Your hand rushed out of his arm as you kneeled down quickly by one of the trashbags, reaching out your hand and tearing off some of the plastic material to rasie across your wrist. Bojack was breathing in large gasps and breaths as his eyes rolled upward.

"I don't know! I thought I could help to make it faster so we could have more time today to figure out what they hell people are saying about what happened today!"

His words were coming out into a heated and unhinge spite, his manchild anger and the clumsiness of his coming out of his twisted lip. You rushed your way to where his palm was grasped agaisnt his wrist as an array of notable blood began to leark from his fingertip and rasied down his arm, his teeth clasped together as his eeys winced as he turned his arm in front of him in his delicate frustration.

"Let me wrap it." Bojack's expression became less frustarted and more lowered into an expanse of a defeat in an emotion that was endearingly helpless as his teeth poked, eyes bulged and wide and ears lowered as you began to rasp the banage around his wrist.

"Uhm, uhm, uhm-shit-"

As timid as his words were, the last word was spoken with a newfound venom as he pressed his lips up against the front of his fingertip just as you began to finish bandaging it, frowning as his lip trembled. His mouth had been reduced to a trembling pout, his shoulders shrunken inside of himself as he pressed his now bandage but bleeding fingertip further against his lip in an attempt to have a control over the impsulive action; you could see it in his shoulders that trembled, in the way the red rims of his eyes became more apparent from the soft widening that took his boyish and vulenrable eyes.

"Sweetheart, breathe." Your hand wrapped around his palm, giving a squeeze.

"How? With them tripping around our shit, not listening to me or what I'm trying to tell them?" Bojack's eyes flared into a glare as his eyes snapped defensively towards where the police where turning their heads over their shoulder to meet the defense of Bojack's eyes. "I don't know what's worse, having to deal with the crap we saw last night and the very clear sicknessess the people had, or trying to deal and process it with these people stumbling around after a very hard night."

The layers of tears pressed itself up further against the surface of his eyes, making the desperate red of them that much stronger, along with the abrasive hatred clearly brought on from pain. The dark almond of his eyes that already was so striking with a delicate fever was only becoming more so; it was striking out almost as a pool of wet across his panicked frustration that was traced up in its tender intensity by the red of the surface of his vision, brought on far more by emotions than by any luxurious sensation of whatever detachment a hangover would have given him.

"I know, baby." Your hands came to squeeze across his palm to pull him away from where his face was akward and tense while he kept his abrupt focus on his grasp. "But we have to deal with it."

"Why?" His voice cracked, almost whined in a way that seemed like such a contrast to his usual demeanor of someone who had a natural mature tone to his voice and a sophistication to the way he approached things. But his eyes were full of an array of conflcition, the heat of his eyes snapping to the helicopters above him as his ears flicked back and looked over to where their loud buzzing machienry was blasting across the baclony. "This is exacly what I was terrfied of happening." His concered eyes snapped to you as he reached out a hand to you in dincitation. "That I couldn't handle your pain without making it more of a big deal. That we both should know I can't deal with this, or your pain, or be worthy of being a spouse-"

His vocie cut off, empty traction in his eyes as a declaite panic overtook them, and you saw the purity there even in his deep and buried loathing and choas.

"Ok. I know." You began to lead him over to the pink of one of his deck chairs as you trie dto keep him grounded, his eyes expanded and panicked as his body was eased onto the chair after you swept some of the debris away from the leftover clutter. "I can't have that look in your eyes that cleary speaks of someone who's pure and sick and to let the sicknesss win over." You kneeled down beside him as you kissed the top of his mind. "I love you too much, I see you too much to allow you to turn this around on you and make it hurt more for the both of us.'

"This is going to implode." His eyes were still unwaverd and panicked, his pupils darting into a distant ease. "My entire life, living without this, and to have it almost be pver anyway which is terrfying in and of itself, and not even being able to have this minte end of meaning right before I go. I used to think about how, as terible as the turht of existence was, at the end of the day we crave nohting but truth, and it's all that makes us feel alive or feels good is going to that, even if it kills us. I can't keep lying to myself for the next two decades or less of us being married that I won't keep doing this. Everything I've ever done has always turned to bad. It's in my existence. I don't know why, but it is."

"You'll kill me talking like this." Your voice, tender as it was, was cutt of by the sudden loud roaring of the helicopter above the house. Bojack's eyes lowered as he met your hand.

"I may anyway." Genuine, human regret that made you feel alive if only to open your eyes to see how true it was met yours. "That's my point, baby."

Your eyes turned down to Bojack's hand as your fingertips caressed his wrist. The sound of the distant helicopters were already starting to fade, at least for the moment, away into the buzz of the hue of the sunset of the Los Angeles sky. Bojack was breathing with a timid tremor from his lips as his teeth poked, his eyes turning forward and empty as the muscles on his face were tensed with that empty horror in his eyes.

"Insecuiruty and pain, lonliness-it is what it is, right?"

The deep pain in Bojack's eyes was interrupted for a moment; his eyes flicked upward as there was a vague treamor across his feautres as his eyes turned up and met yours. "What?"

"Pain is what it is anyway. We experience it regardless of whatever overthinking or baggage we put over it. Why not just let it play out, as natural as breathing, and letting everything else in life not be apart of that pain and an extension of it, but rather something that is your life, and the pain an afternote? Can we see it like that?"

"The only thing that I want to see is the truth." The muscles on his face tensed. "You can see it and respond to that pain however you want, but it's all from the same truth."

"Does it have to be."

"Yeah. It does. I've been here for fifty years and longer, I know how things work out."

Your eyes dimmed, though not with disappointment but more so from meeting Bojack with where he ws at emotionally; there was a humble grounding to his certain pain that left entry for the comfortability of a life together, at least, but very little for anything other than an abrasive cynicism that seemed to be borderlining on madness. You knew you could see the entirety of his tortured demeanor now; could see the demanding compelxity of his anger, fear, and concentration that he had allowed to possess him a moments before and would continue to do so. He was now completely melted and unraveled within himself and his confliction and conviction as to how every torment of this would play out. He knew you could see it in his every waking action and in that humble, soft but ulaimtely determientally tormented complex look in the depth of his eyes. A few more moments, and he would no doubt fall apart entirely if he continued to intertwine the situation at hand with the siuation that was imploding in front of the two of you-in what seemed like a literal fashion, with the helicopters booming above, coming in and out from the raise of the sky as the sun beamed across the buildings.

He pressed his two hands entirely up against his chest, his shoulders trembling slightly as he completely allowed the weakness inside of his emotions to possess his own body, eyes dialted and empty and teeth poked as his other hand not allowing himself to find a minute relief in yours instead gripped across the white shirt of his sleepwear.

His previous yelling and erratic nature was now almost entirely gone as he melted further inside himself, lip trembling as you visibly saw wet come over his eyes that ws the only physical atturtuibe to compliement his panicked torment. Had Bojack not been filtered and controlled enough to be able to prevent it, with an odd stoitc grace of how he carried himself, there would have been some damp across his cheeks, bloated and aged.

You gave a soft mutter of comfort as your eyes turned across the hitch coming out of his breath as the emptiness and fear eased across his eyes as you tilted your head to the side, eyes turning across the conflicted trouble on his expression. Your hands rushed their way over toward where his fingertips were nervously playing across his wrists, his eyes unseeming and darting across to nothing across the helicopters and the large expanse of the city buildings over his vision. As for you yourself, you were already beginning to feel that usual panic that you did whatever you saw him in distress, such as he was now, beginning to make itself fully known.

"Bojack." His name was whispered softly-in a way that gave away your own pain in the wake of his.

His eyes turned to you as a glare eased into his eyes. "It dosen't matter." He tried to wretch his wrist away from your hand, his eyes turned down in a flair, but a vulnerabillity came back into his eyes as he saw you ease his hand back to you in insistence. A hard defense turned back into his eyes as he snapped his expression to meet yours pointedly again. "We need to focus on getting a control over this mess-as much as we're able to, or it's going to get out of porpotation, and I can't imagine what that is going to lead to. If it's just thoughts, which amazingly enough for now it is, then I need to take control over that as much as I'm able to and take action for the bullshit I got you into because of my stupid impulsive idea that this would be something remarkable."

"Let me help you, sweetheart. Please."

You reached out one hand and gently traced it up against his shoulder, but he quickly pushed you away, granting you glare from the corner of his vision as one stout leg began to raise himself off of the deck chair, his expression gazing at you pointedly as he began to ease himself off of the deck chair.

"No-honey, you just don't get it, ok? You don't get what it feels like to be like this." The insult in his face didn't lesson as his eyes snapped down to where your fingertips were trying to ease across his wrist in an attempt of reassurance, but his wrist fell out of yours as he began to rasie himself up, pointing jadedly to the ground. "You don't get what it feels like to be in the core of this mind that I walk around with all day, every day. It's not something you can talk through. I can't stand here and have these small threads of hope and then lose them. To accept the emptiness, the bleakness and who you are-if this entire thing blows up because of one goddamn event that I frantically made up in my head, there's no coming back from that. I won't make it-I won't want to. I'll fall into the emptiness and the fog-"

He gave an abrupt breath as his eyes turned across your expression, that softness entering his eyes for a moment. "You tell me that loving me feels like this beautiful, dark but meaning and worthwhile life, and I get that. But if I lose anything about this from my end, the only thing that's on the other side of this is emptiness, to fall into something that I tolerated from some weird animalistic survive without any mental clarity-I can't go back to that. I've done it too many times, feeling hope and truth for a little while, and then having something or me happen to it, and I can't go back anymore. I'm tired."

You blinked as your eyes turned up to meet his and his pointed abrasiveness, expression darting across his as you tried to make sense of his words. "What do you mean, losing them?"

His eyes flicked in emotional conflict as his eyes winced as his pupils turned up in thought. A breath left his lips, complicated and demanding;

"I don't think it's something that can be explained. I just know I've beeen putting up with this baggae of something that had nothing to do with what I actually needed in existence my entire life, and now that that baggage is gone there's nothing left except for you. This. if I lose-"

"Bojack, is that you?"

One of the policemen's sudden aburpt call edged out from where they were standing in front of the balcony. Bojack's eyes aburptly flashed and he turned his head over his shoulder to where the policemen were turning over to look over at Bojack. His ears lowered as his eyes expanded across them as a somber acceptence temporarily turned over into his eyes.

"Yeah?"

He turned over to you with a look that spoke that the both of you would figure this out another time. He began to walk his way over to where one of the policemen where turning over to him, pad in his hand. Bojack's hands played as he walked his way to him, head titled to the side as his eyes turned over to where he was indicating with his pen to the notes he had on a sheet that looked made for orgainzed notes. You began to lift yourself up for a moment, hand eased agaisnt the deck chair as you looked between them in question, though Bojack's tired and detached eyes were too busy gazing over the sheet to acknowledge or expand on the conversation.

"Says here that this was where Chad decided to throw himself across the balcony."

"Yes." Bojack's expression was one that was full of a bleak attempt of defense as his eyes turned over the paper finegrtips giving away his minute anxiety. "This is the spot."

The policeman awkwarldy jammed his botton lip across the top of his mouth as an unreadable but jaded and exhausted emotion gazed across the paper.

"We need to work on fidning out the story of what everyone saw here. What happened, who was around, what occurred and what that looked like."

"Ok." Bojack's eyes were dry as his expression turned over the policeman, rasining his hand in a gesture. The muscles on his face treamored as his eyes turned over the man. "So do that, then."

"We need the contacts. Do you have a list of the people who were here last night?"

"A list?" Bojack's eyes widened, vaugely exposing his fearful vulenrbaility for a moment as his eyes widned across the man. His eyes turned down in concerend though as his fingertips scracthed nervoulsy by his neck.

"I do have the contacts from everyone I called on my phone." He gave an aburpt shurg, and his eyes dimmed as he turned over to the man. "Does that help?"

"Better than nothing."

Bojack's eyebrows lowered into a teasing, awkward insecure cocky smirk. "Best you can hope for around here, right?"

"Show me the contacts." The man snapped his lips together as he turned his head back down to the notes, placing it back into his pocket. "We'll start the rest of the research from there and see if we can't start questiioning about what happened and when."

"If you wanted the entire story, my wife and I could have just told you." Bojack's eyes lowered as there was a dim exhustion on his eyes as he gave a shrug. "But-I can't say I blame you for wanting to do your job. But, just for reference, my wife and I can give you an entire acccount."

"Having as many accounts of what occured is a requiremnt of the system. But I'm sure it's a sweet sentiment. Wish it could be that easy. But it's not that straightforward. I'm sure you and your wife last night had plenty of you own little joys, enjoying being able to believe and to expand yourselves in any way you wanted last night, enjoying and throwing yourselves into any mental possibilites from what you made last night."

"I mean, look where it ended up anyway." Bojack gave a slight ironic chuckle, and a gratitude entered his eyes as he kept his fingertips by his wrist and turned to the man. "Thanks, though."

"Maybe it didn't end up the way both of you planned, sure. But it seems like you found a marriage that allows you to remember that no matter the cirucmstance, joy comes in the constant focus of the self. Hold onto that."

Bojack's eyes turned up to where his expression met to where you were starting to get yourself up from the deck chair; his expression was ultimaley unreadable, though there was that suggestion behind his eyes that you would have been able to recognize anywhere.

"I'd like to think I could."

You gently grazed your hand against the bottom of the pink deck chair material as you began to make your way up, understanding overcoming you as you met the protrude of the encourgament of Bojack's worried and tender eyes as he walked past you and guided the policeman inward and back into his living room. Your head turned over your shoulder as your eyes fluttered down, and then with a roll of your shoulders and with a cut of your eyes turned to the sky did you begin to rasie yourself up, eyes turning over to the low muttering of the policemen as they kept their conversationinto the picking of the trgedy, and beyond, as your red tinted eyes eased over to where the helicopters were roaring across the buildings, the edge of the nostolgia that made up the fire red and the sounds of the noise of the tempaory comfort that came from choas outside themselves that the news was pleasuring itself with for a little while. Your head turned as you began to walk your way back to where the doors were slid open as you stepped your way back inside, the living room now far more open and empty with the majorty of the clutter, save for the occassional forgotten or missed bottle or the casally forgotten thrown paper, was left onto the torn couch or on the ground.

Bojack was leaning across the counter with the other man as the policeman leaned his suspecting, furrowed and tense frown over the paper Bojack was indicating to him, his eyes concerned and his eyes dim as his eyes flicked acorss the man and over to the paper, talking to him in that low, dark and rasped down whenever he was full of his concern.

"Granted, I don't keep up with these people personally. And that is also willingly. So don't expect them to have an immediate response even knowing that it was my party. More than likely most people only showed up because their current favoritre distraction of a relationship showed up for awhile.

The policeman chuckled. As Bojack scrolled, his eyes were turning and reading over the contacts while he jotted down the numbers.

"You seem like you have quite the perspective."

"Not perspective. Reality. Inevibility of what people experience over time anyway whether or not they admit it."

"And this is the way you've talked to your wife?"

"That is very little of your concern, nor does it have anything to do with this." He indicated his head to the phone as he began to lend it to the man. "The thing about truth is that no one wants to admit it, but it always ends up being true, regardless of whether people mentally accept it or not."

"I see." The man took the phone out of Bojack's, his eyes turning across the contacts with a vauge amusement on his feautres, and increasining the annoaynce of Bojack.

You stepped your way forward as your hands kept on your elbows while you rubbed them in an attempt to give yourslef any gorunding inside the incessant negative thought overcoming you at the idea of the way you treated him ot ebing enough to pull him out of those abraisve truths he carried. His eyes were hard as his teeth poked as the policeman gave him a nod, turning the phone back to Bojack.

"She seems like an incredibly pateint woman."

"What does that mean?" Bojack's eyebrows raised into a challenege of a fight as his eyes turned back over to the man once he was done looking over his phone. "That you need to be to have a marraige wtih me? That it?"

"Just that it must be incredibly nice to have someone who loves and sees you so deeply in an island of releif where the world is bent on destorying you otherwise-and it will, if you don't hold onto it."

The policeman snapped the pen agaisnt his notepad, and Boajack reamined unresponse as his eyes turned in front of him in thought. His eyes winced as the policeman popped his lip as he turned his eyes over to the note, then began to walk his way back over to the center of the living room. He put two finegrs in his mouth as he gave a whsitle, casuing Bojack's expression to both treamor and wince as his body turned in, and then with some responses from the outside and some low talk did the rest of the team begin to walk inside. You stepped back as your hip leaned across the counter; as you did so, Bojack noticed you and turned his eyes back to you in a soft question of your wellbeing and of his own reassurance from the intensity of the conversation; you only turned as you gave him a soft reassurance of a smile as you reached out your hadn across the counter; after a moment, ears lowered did he reach out his palm and graze it across yours, eyes dim.

"We'll start our evidence and searching immediately." The policeman was looking over the notes of the rest of the team, tallking to them with words of confirmation lowly. His head turned up as his eyes met Bojack's lowered concerned eyes. "Thank you for the cooperation, the both of you. This is what being civil and orgazaining and coming down to the truth of things is like, at the end of it all, afterall. Keep your marriage between the two of you and make sure it gives you center of self, confidence, fuility and a clairty of mind-that is what this is all about at the end of it all, after all." There was some casual chucking across the team as the policeman turned his head downward to the notes, checking them over a last time, and then rasied his head up as he gazed between the two of you and gave you a nod. "Good luck for the rest of the day. With the choas out there, the two of you will need it."

"Where is the lemur?" Bojack's question came out exactly as it was; desperate, with an edge to his voice. Your head snapped as you looked over your shoulder as Bojack abruplty got himself up from the counter. "I mean-" He stammered for a pause as the policeman and seevral others turned to watch Bojack's insistence. "He was here and he seemed like he was the kind of guy who wanted to..clear things out with the air a little bit with what occurred." He chuckled, bottom eyes wincining in an attempt to be dismissive. "Seems a little weird that he would speed off like that."

The policeman's eyes turned over Bojack. You spoke his name gently as you tried to pull him back down, and he did a few inches, though there was still that timid light of insistence in his eyes.

"You'll both have to go down to town and see where the man is. Or of anything. We've done what our job is here." The man snapped his pen across the paper as he begant to follow the rest of his team out to the door.

Bojack's eyes ands the light of the began to dim into a frown as he saw the man begin to walk out to the door; he paused as he turned to meet his eyes.

"I mean what I said about the two of you. Keep your love in your hearts lively and present. Don't succomb to letting the indifference of existence pass you and make you less than you can comprehend outisde of your own preception. Keep with yourselves. I hope we'll be able to clear this case so the both of you can continue to have that with one another. I'd like to think the both of you are cleared."

Bojack's eyebrows were twisted into an exhult of his own disarrayed and complicated emotion, but with a tired but agreeable expression he managed;

"I'd like to think so, too."

There was a choking end of the desperation in his voice as his tone trembled. Though there was something in his tone that was akin to an exasperation or a challenege, there was as much a genuine sens eof fear there, and somewhere behind that, the stagance of acceptance and the innonce of trying to accept it as well. His eyes fluttered down to the ground as he swallowed thickly. A glob was building up inside his throat, his black mane and the chobby bangs against his forehead matching with the clammy sweat of his body, shoulders wrecked by the suppressed sigh and tension of his body as his eyes lowered downward into exhaustion.

"Thank you." Your fingertips eased across his palm, and his eeys turned up as he met your eyes and gave you a slight nod of his head and a small rasie of his lip, and for a moment was there relief in him being turned away from the choas of what was ensuing in front of him. "For everything.

The policeman looked between you both and then, with an abrupt nod, did he turn as he began to follow the rest of the team out from the open crack of the doors. You paused for a moment as you began to feel the silence surorudning against the living room where there had previoulsy been busying stomping boots, quick recorded devices of low tones while they talked on the phones where there was nothing except for a disarray of the clutter that hadn't been interesting enough even for their investigations.

You lip pressed agaiinst one another as your eyes turned down. You knew you could so easily say the wrong thing-which meant you would have to do anything you could to make it utterly known that she did, in fact, mean every word you spoke with the full intention you had behind every word, knowing that if nothing else, he would know and read your true intention behind them, no matter how awkwardly they may have been executed.

"I do, Bojack, because I face that fear every day." You spoke the confession gently, your fingertips eased across his palm, steady but sweating and with a soft reponse of his hand across your fingertips.

Bojack's dry and distant eyes flickered up towards yours, midnight lashes complimenting the dazzling, emotional depth of his exhausted and loathing labor eyes.

"I know you do. The thing is is that I wish you didn't. And I wish I didn't do everything to encourage it, even when it feels like the right thing. I hate that."

"With you." You began to turn as you eased your body onto the counter, your hands easing across the front of it as your eyes turned down in thought. Your fingertips squeezed on his palm, complimenting your carefully chosen words. "With you, I worry everyday I'll lose you. It's not the same idea as all the baggae you carry every day, but it's a similar sentiment."

His eyes winced as his expression turned down, the secret confliction in his eyes that still read as vulenrable and as delciate as anything about someone as naturally wired as Bojack was naturally wore their heart on their sleeve, whether something that was intended or not.

"What I think about all this is that it almsot dosen't matter how much introspection we have, or how much we see or understand the other, or any combination of those things. If we don't have the tools to have the techncial protection, I don't know if we'll be able to sruvive whatever comes up next." His dry, heavily lidded eyes turned to the large windows of his eyes as he looked out and over to the balcony. "And that includes today, which I still think will be the climax of-" He paused, giving a heavy breath, his eyes devoid of life as he gave a roll of his shoulders while his eyes flicked and eased towards the helicopters that were still distnat and buzzing in the sky. "-Everything, really."

He was speaking each word as if he was tasting it; testing each word out as it was drawn out of his lips, and you knew that at this point of his life, with so little time left, he was also drawing out the meaning of it. After his pause of observation across the helicopters, he blinked to you with a slight numb lack of conviction, the muscles on his face both contracting and quickly relaxing as he tried to make sense of his emotions.

"You mean it, about losing me?"

The words were heavilly tested, but it was the thread of inviation for you to go along with him in the fogginess of his complexity that made up a mind. You nodded, breath taken slightly in painfully in the complciated confessions that were always being reintroduced and being retransformed between the two of you with every interaction; unpredicatbale, sometimes terrfying, but meaning was always there, profound and never relenting.

"Yes. I mean it, every word. Every time."

His eyes turned down, and the bags of his hungover and worn, aged feautres were more promient than ever. He gave a small shrug of his shoulder. "You should know what that means. And like most people with almost everything eventually, I don't think it means what you think it should."

"I know. And I also know that every day I'm alive, and though I have the option to not pursue you, to put in the effort, to fall into abrasive defeat-I won't let myself. To not love you or to fight for what you are is death to me, and I don't regret that."

Bojack's depthful eyes, almond and profound and exhusted, turned up as he met into yours. With the combination of the sunny light expanding from the pollueted clouds outsidde, there was a profound reflection across his feautres as his eyes met onto yours-the most profound and beautiful extension of a depthful huamnity that was so dep and specfic to his house and to his personhood, as a whole, so imposisbly small and flawed and yet-the only meaning that was ever so held and so profound that it suprassed anything other than somehting so sweet that it transceded into an ethernal kind of pain to take him in and how you loved him.

"I'll never be able to want to convince you out of that. Not really. And I feel like I should apologize, but I know you wouldn't take that either, nor would I be able to stand you taking that."

"You are right about that-because of course you are." Your head turned down, threading across his palm as you gave his knuckles a kiss. "You've expanded me into something richer than I could ever imagine. The most terrfying thing about being human is that how we see oursleevs is enndless , and everchnaning, and there's no permenant or gaunrteed way of how we'll see oursleevs. We feel and we are what are cirucnstances tell us-which is almost always flawed and bent on destroying everything. Maybe the reason why there's so many broken people; last night, today, in the lemur and his wife." Another kiss agaisnt his knuckles, and Bojack's ears turning back as the exhsution of his wet and complciated eyes met into yours in his own profound humanity. "In us."

You continued the words softly, and there was a insistence inside your voice that gave energy for both of you to follow. Bojack's expression remained as dry and unreadable as much as the flat of his melcholny and someone as reflective as he was ever was; but there was boyish wince of his eyelids as he softly turned his eyes down while he listened to you and what you were saying, despite the pain in your minds and what you shared that inevitably caused you to both be strnegthed by your udnerstanding of one another and tp be terrfied of what the both of you were always realzining at the same time; if he was coming to learn anything, it was that ni piece of a website, media, or anyone's thought came from a preception that was anymore flawed than his, a freeing but incredibly lonely relevation.

He looked over at you with his eyes frantically looking back and forth between your lips as you kept your focus on his skin- and already did a soft wall of wet sting ease against his eyes, though he had a dignified stoitc grace to him too much to let it express itself too deeply in a literal physical maner. He settled for tapping his fingertips that weren't being traced by yours across the counter, eyes flicked down in conflict. His expression was beginning to melt up against the front of the tension of his snout and muscles as he looked back and forth between your own eyes as they turned up and met his, his conflicted and bittersweet specific life and of knowing him as a individual with full intimacy, as anyone ever craved, came fully into his air, sinking into every word you spoke to him.

"So what now?"

You shook your head, cheek rested on his hand, eyes distant. "I don't know."

He hushed the words underneath his breath; there was a frantic sort of panic that was coming out from the deepest parts of his worry and into his voice, raspy with his concern. He indicated his head over to the files that were leftover from some of the policemen, several reports casuallly throwm from the the files left behind their research, someobsevrations left behind on disarrayed parts of the couch and parted to the side of the rgey walls as if they meant nothing.

"Seems like there were some things not interesting enough even for their 'incredibly important research'." His eyes turned to you, delicate and inquisitive as his palm eased out of your hand while he got himself up, pulling the grey bar chair in. "You want to collect their work, drive downtown LA, catch up on the nonesense?"

"Would that help?"

"Does it matter?" Bojack's eyes turned dryily to where several of the reports and files were tossed around the living room. "At least they got rid of all the waste for us. That's something to be grateful for. Sometimes getting into trouble and having nosy people be apart of it is all that matters."

He made his way over to where the papers were currently thrown and tossed to the side of the couches. he grunted as he placed one hand on his knee while he picked up one of the crumpled sheets, turning his eyes over it as he began to get himself up with a grunt. he winced as his still blurry vision, though his body was becoming far more clear, his body adapt to his hangover symptoms as he squinted and turned his eyes across the words.

"Huh." His eyes turned over the records; on it, there were several notes of the event last night. The words were written down ina scrawled and seemingly panicked and rushed attempt at trying to record the information down.

Chad Baldwin, actor of fifty years, flung himself over Bojack Horseman's balcony in the middle of early spring. This is reminiscent of similar events of people around California and in various parts of the world with reports going up about people ending their life shortly after finding happiness with other, though their symptoms are something related to a mental madness acquired at the time that the relationships climaxes. A sexual disease transmitted is the main suspect.

"Talk about strange." Bojack turned the report over to you as he waved it over to where you were starting to get yourself up from the counter, hand reaching for one of your thrown bags on the side of the living room that has casually been tossed overnight from either a nosy passenger or yourself. "They said this is something that they don't want to entirely plane around me. Never heard that one before."

"This hasn't happened before, has it?" Your quesion was casually laid over your shoulder as you kneeled yoourself down and started to pick up some of the various left over ripped pages and the broken sharp bottles that were left across the empty area; for the most part, they had been recovered by the policemen, though there was still some leftover disarrayed junk left behind. Bojack's teeth poked as annoynce flashed across his feautres as he walked over to where you were taking to lifting up some of the glass, taking your wrists into his palms as he stopped your hands midway.

"Don't do that."

"Do what? Help?"

"Worry about picking up this shit. It's not your problem."

You pasued as your eyes turned down to where Bojack was letting out his hitched and annoyed breath and swears under his lip as he took the glass out of your hands, placing it back into the bag beside you. He took it, lifted it into his palm as he looked it over, and then zipped the bag as he looked up at you with a jaded reassurance with a complicated softness behind it.

"You'll cut yourself. I'll do it for you."

Your body turned inside of itself, your hands caressing across your arms, and Bojack felt that quick jajded strike of guilt that he had pushed you too far, but with a nod did you speak a gentle;

"Alright."

Bojack sighed as his features tensed, and his fingertip eased down to the rest of the crumpled papers; as he turned them over quickly before tossing them into your bag with the attempt of lack of interest his eyes winced; there was a flash of a photograph that came from another case of a woman who's entire face was twisted into a maddening scowl, and research of maps of the galaxy beside her that had several notes of the focus and study of it. He crumpled the paper before he could allow himself to be too affected by it, quickly turning it into the bag as he gave a soft breath and tired to keep the vulnerable worry out of his eyes as much as he was able.

Your eyes were watching him with that gentle ethernal preciousness of fragility that he carried himself that met into that human softness between the both of you that was more than he knew how to accept. He knew the question you wanted to ask that was eased on the pale and naturally apologetic tender face of your features that matched across his own energy; and the same one he harbored, despite how little he wanted to.

"Has this happened before?"

"You don't-" Bojack gave a weighted sigh, face falling down as he kept his hands on the crumpled paper. "You don't need to worry about it, honey. It has nothing to do with us." The muscles on his face tensed as his eyes flicked up to yours. "Most suffering comes from attachment and expectations, right? I think we should cut off trying to think we can make a difference of whatever is wrong in these sick, recorded people and just enjoy…the entire being together thing."

His voice fell at the last few words, tenderly, exhausted. His tired eyes eased across the rest of the rest and the various thrown starins of broken bra straps and ripped clothes.

"Do you want me to stay? Or do you need any help?"

Bojack's eyes flicked back as he heard your offer, no doubt in the vague attempt of giving himself from leverage way from the heaviness of the conversation that was begging to be had.

"I can finish up the rest myself, honey." He felt the way your air was awkward and uncertain as you stepped and swayed in a way that was silent and uncertain in a way only you had in your tender grace and endearing awkward doubt. His complicated eyes turned up to you as he offered you a grin, soft from his smile as it reached into his eyes. "Thank you, though. I do appreciate it. Makes it all a little easier, the silence after the party that I don't even enjoy but somehow feels good enough that it makes the alternative feel like a bad thing, somehow, even though it's the closest thing you can get in regards to peace."

There was a gentle pause, and a silence from your end, but he could feel the thickening of your doubt, and he both longed for it and was terrified of how you made him feel at the same time; somehow who gave him a resounding constant purpose, and someone who made him aware of just how empty and harrowing the meaninglessness was beyond that.

"These reports say that they think it's a disease. If I know anything, it looks like they just have a bad case of something called observational emptiness diease-which is just a dumb drunk term I came up with in the middle of when I realized how terrified I was of the emptiness of existence, and all I could do to cope with that was drink."

He pasued as he picked up another paper of a report; this one of a giraffe woman who was espciallly slender, her body curved and her eyes flity and dazzled; the reports under, which Bojack caught only from his eyes fluttering against them unwillingly if only for the accidental reading over it in his curiosity, something that reported her taking a knife to her neck despite her successful career of a model designer shortly after she found her husband. He winced as he crumpled the paper in his palm, placing it back into the bag as he grasped it.

"The majority of these people-total druggies. Surprised they didn't see how relevant that was."

He knew that you could read his own panic like the back of your hand, and you knew just how intense his mood drops were- especially in these moments, were things were more uncertain rather than certain. He found it endearing but disorentining how you watched his every movement, each one painting his uncertain worry. His chubby elbows, you would label them as lovable, were visible behind the fabric of his casaully thrown over fuzzy white robe with his initials placed on it with a curve of his name, the fuzzy thick sleeves pressed past his elbows as he began to frantically press his hands deeper down the depths of the rest of the garbage. She knew this was one of those days when he needed to be truly listened to-needed to be helped the most.

"You don't think that sickness has anything to do with us?"

Bojack turned his eyes up from where he was focused on the sheets, his ears flicked back as the question of his eyes turned back to you. He began to lift himself up, placing his hand and twisting it across the bag as he eased the small weight of it over his shoulder. That mature, somber question across his face that he carried twitched in his question and natural wisdom, whether he admitted it or not.

"What do you mean?"

"Do you think there's any chance it would reach if it has anything to do with finding someone you deeply love, with becoming married?"

"What? Don't be crazy." Bojack chuckled the words as his undereyes eased up into amusement. He pointed at you with indication. "Plus, no one said anything about this wackjobs getting married."

"But the theme of them. They're convinced they found someone that is the love of their life. That's what you are to me."

Bojack paused as he felt a confliction of emotions suprass through himself at your words. He closed his eyes as his ears flicked back. There was some of the incomprehensible manic choas that was demanding to come into his words to render them leaving his mouth a little too quickly; but he wanted to keep his stoic, natural grace and his somber depthful voice as much as he was able.

If there was one observation and interpretation of his existence that you had told him that he had carried with him, it was how you told him that he carried ruch a natural royal, quality grace with him on the otuside, showing his profound depth of maturity and remarkable humanity, despite whatever inevitable choas he ever would have in his mind. You had told him that it was a sign of who he actually was as a person; profound, graceful, quality, wise, gentle and remarkable, and that what happened in his mind were lies of a grotesture nature that was grounding the factual reality of things.

Though he still felt the way he did and he doubted his eye on himself would ever change, it was those small and specific statements that had never been told to him, not even vaguely alluded to, that had given him small periods of a fog that, at the very least. was pushed to several other spaces of his mind and leaving something behind that almost could have felt as belief, relief, rather than just an idea.

He breathed as he placed his hand around the bag and gave it a squeeze. He walked his way back over to the counter, turning his eyes against the rest of the junk lefr behind as he opened up the drawer and pulled it out from the counter, his eyes turning over the drawer as he saw the car keys to his topless red care avaliale. Your body turned as you followd him, your expression worrid and desperate and gentle and pathetic in all the same ways his was as the worry of your eyes followed. His eyes turned up and met yours, and with a soft breath did he shove the drawer back in.

"I know that you had a long day. I just-go do something, okay? I have to make this right, or at least a little bit cleaner. Not for the-" He cleared his throat as his under eyes gave a wince. "-Not for the victims that weren't relevant of what happened tonight. Just for the events and the people affected by last night. We need to clear our name."

His eyes met yours with a certain mature and blunt acceptance. There was a slight raise of your lip in response to how he spoke; meeting into your eyes as there was something of a maddening denial behind it.

"What if I don't care about that?"

His eyes dimmed as his eyes turned to you in concern.

"What do you mean?"

"Why should we care about clearing our name and making sure they get every fact right?"

The muscles on Bojack's face treamored.

"Because, honey-"

"I don't care. We both know what people are like, they'll blow it all out of propotion and try it turn it into something its not anyway, and any attempt at that otherwise is just going to feed the fire. You should know out of everyone about that. Why give them anything to work with at all?"

His eyes winced and there was a soft conflict within his eyes, and the gentless he carried executed itself through the puffy wince and glare of his eyes as ears flicked.

"Honey, becuase I know what you want going forward."

You paused at his statement; no matter what you had been suspecting, it had been far from what there was behind the suggestion of his words. There was an interruption of your fragile, questioning eyes as they eased across Bojack's insulted emotion and conlifction, and with a soft tnesion that was in your throat did you manage the words;

"And what's that?"

"The kids." He said it for the sake of getting it overwith, and his gave a slight gesture of his hand to you with a casual wave of his arm to make his point. "What you keep mentioning. Or-one of them. Whatever. I know it's one of those things that becomes what it needs to be over time." A shurg of his broad shoulders, and a suggestion behind it of the kind of emotion and complication that only existed behind two people who, for whatever reason, inspired that out of one another.

There was something unreadable in your eyes, though there was an emotion behind your expression that was so profoundly full of emotion that he felt his own purity, the few rare of it that he felt he had, stop him in his own pattern of trying to keep himself stoitc and unresponsive to emotion as he took in the tender emotional pale of your face and the impossible human flawed beauty of your eyes, the wet of it turning more tense and the edge of the red brought on by more of a hangover; and he had never seen anyone that looked so taken and beautiful than your complicated and deeply rich, flawed humanity.

"You're serious." You said it as a whisper from your lips, ones of which were now richer in the way they trembled against one another.

Bojack's pupils dilated and his eyes widened, and though he tried to keep himself as leveled as much as he could stand. He turned his eyes down as his ears flicked, and his began to talk his way to the gray doors.

"I know what it feels like to have your dreams, your humantity, your hope or of any chance of having anything that even remotley resembles what you wanted to be snatched away from you to the point where you can literally feel yourself not be yourself anymore. I'm your husband, and it's my job to try to not be that. I don't think there's anything about me or anything to me that could ever give you that, no matter what you wamt to see in me, but I know it's my job to at least try."

Though he tried to keep his demeanor stoitc and unaffected by emotion, he practically choked on the words as he continued to kick through the stack of papers that was left across the other parts of the area; copies of reports that the team has acausally thrown in their careless entertainment for something that, underneath the professionalism, was another quick scheme to entertain their need for a grounding purpose outside of their emptiness, even if it came from human violence, something Bojack was becoming more aware of with the people around him the more he fell into you.

"I know that you're not going to want to put up with the way that I'm about to do all this." He managed to get the strain and the crack out of his voice as he opened the door to the outside; instantly was he met with the chaos of Los Angeles outside and the way it was greeting the open day, several distant hellicopters and the noise of them buzzing and ripping through the air, and compared to the cut of the rich silence between you, it was almost a comforting annyance to the depth of challenege of the most real thing that woould ever happen in either of your lives waiting on the other end.

"And how's that?" He heard the way you stepped forward. He took a breath as he eased his thumb across the keys, stepping his way outward and into the driveway.

"I'd rather have you not worry about it. o something else."

"Like what? You said you didn't even want me to clean?"

"I would rather just be alone with this than to hear anybody trying to make this even bigger of a thing that it already is. There's going to be plenty of noise the next few days of people stitching togehter whatever little stupid need their trying to fulfill from obesssing over this. I don't think someone who hasn't been involved their entire life is going to make that any better."

"I can help. Honey, please. I can't be there or be your wife or try to help you out of this if you don't let me. I can't be present and help you face whatever outward idea of stimulate people throw at you if you don't let me."

He turned over to you pointdly as he gave you a glare, one hand on his hip.

"And I don't want to have to worry about putting you in a scenario where I fuck this up even worse. Where I can't protect you. Can we agree on understanding all that?"

Your feautures tensed, and there was something unreadable across your expression as he felt his eyes flare across your face. He felt his own black guilt at the words, but he continued to turn as he walked his way down the gray steps, ears lowered as he stumbled down the steps, exhausted and baggy eyes turned over to his topless red car as he walked over, mind still broken up from the alcohol, but for the time being he was focused enough and with the affects starting to turn off that it hardly affected him.

"You can clean up the shit inside if you want." He turned his head over his shoulder as his body cotinued to sway as he made his way to his car. His eyes winced up to the helicopters as his eyes turned up to where they were now becoming further into the buildings away from his house and Beverly Hills as a whole, his body swyaing slightly as his vision turned up to the helicopters. "Looks like they moved on from their main recordining anyway. At this point, it's just me trying to get every stupid story and 'interpertation' straight-" He gave a wide mocking of his eyes as a mockery of his fingertips. "-And after that, if I manage to get even halfway through their thick skulls it'll be smooth sailing." His arm snapped in front of him into a gesture that suggested being cut off as his dim and lowered eyes turned to where you had made your way out the grey door, your hands pressed on your arms as you watched him with your dim uncerinity. "Let's get through the heat of this part and try to go from there. If you're not apart of a story you're living it, right?" He pointed at his chest with an eyebrow raised. "Bojack not living it. Not with this."

He made his way over to the car as he pressed his hands on the keys and began to fumble with the foam thatg guided across his hand until he found the metal of it. He grumbled under his lip as he toyed with it and then turned it to the door, clicking the metal in as he swung it open and eased his body inside. He placed the rest of the files and the broken glass and other litter beside him with a grunt as he placed it beside him on the seats, eyes wincing as he turned his exprssion over to the open golden gate of his eyes as he winced and flicked his hands agaisnt the dash as he started up the car. He turned his head over his shoulder to you as the softness of his diginity eased fully into his eyes as he gave you a tired and concered wince, ears flicked back; you were standing beside the front of the doors, but you weren't fighting his request; instead, there was a soft acceptence in your eyes, and something more comcplciated under it as you gave him a rasie of your lip, easing into your eyes as you met Bojack's own in your current complacent and acceptance.

He let out his own grumpled and focused rasps as he turned his head back to the controls, stepping his foot on the gas petal as he drove it forward to his gate that gradually began to open with a groan, his foot lightly on the petal as his eyes winced and eased across the gate as it gradually began to turn open and out into the neighborhood road. His fingertips tapped agaisnt the wheel as he began to drive the car out, his own detacehd, durken and foggy black eyes turning into the rearview mirror as he watched your body begin to fade into his winced and troubeled wretched vision as he saw your body on the porchstep begin to fade. He turned as he leaned his stout body against the white leather of his seat, fingers tapping across the wheel as he began to drive his way down the road, ocassiaonlly swerving into the wrong turn or casuing a pedestrian to awkwarldly step outside of his way, but with an akward chuckle and a wave of his hand and a quick awkward smile of his mouth did he manage to get by the embarrassment of his hazy way to the police station quickly.

The police station was full of more cars than he had been suspecting even with his cynical attutuide of already assuming the process would be bad enough and no doubt unpleasant. He stopped in front of the cars as his head turned over his shoulder to where he recoginzed at least a handful of them from the sweep through of his house a hour or so before; and along with that cluster, he saw the same large limo esque vehicle that was sat on the side from them. Bojack's eyes winced as he looked over through tired burning eyes to the building of the police station, the architecture itself fairly modest as far as the city went; it was stacked up in front of several grey steps that then led to large open glass doors, several different intentional security guards that sat in front of the doors that they guarded, the majority of them large physically as their hard and soulless eyes turned over to the front of the business of the rest of the small patch of city in front of them; and leading out into the bullet of the black tinted doors beyond. Though Bojack couldn't tell from a literal manner from where he was sitting in his car, there was the suggestion that more than plenty of chaos was happening inside in regards to the facts of what had just been discovered, as well as the lemur man's ow albui. Though Bojack felt that abrasive black fear that he knew would end his already barely therthed soul onto the earth as he knew it, feeling his palms grip across the wheel in his own indescrive tension as his eyes glared up to the grey steps, he found himself turning on the igntion to the car as he started it up again as he drove away from the front entrnece, eyes worn and bagged and winced as he drove himself away from the front of it.

Idiot. Impsulove reckless jackass. You know you're not going in there.

His inner voice was full of a violence desperation that would have been wounding towards his focus, had there not been a clearer plan that he could take that he knew would take him to at least a vauge idea of a better guise of control over the scenario.

"They blew up the material in the past five hours from whatever cheap phone screen they got. That's a good way to go."

His fingertips tapped across the wheel as he turned his eyes to where there were several people that were cllustering down the street, as much as they always were in the high noon of traffic of downtown Los Angeles; the majorty of them woman, neon thighs and the tanned skin of their tall slender bodies the same walking their way down through clusters of their own content distraction as they walked their way down the sidewalk, hand in arm, their words bubbled and carefree as they made their way past low store and window of the constant bumbling business of the downtown. Bojack's teeth poked as his worried hollowed eyes turned up as he trie dto find comfort in the erratic and nervous tapping of his fingertips across the wheel and the occassional low murmuring of his voice.

He found himself keeping his head lower and with his shoulders cramping in further the more that his car found its way down the street, his eyes wounded and his general air as a person beocming more feeable the more eyes and the more possibilites there were that any choatuc possibility of him being picked up on would be met by the crowd. Men and woman alike were now polluting the part of downtown where there was more bodies and the bustling of their shoulders and of their quick frantic intentions of their thrown flyers and quickly spewed out erratic words to one another. Bojack's own attempt at being unseen and unknown began to lessen the more that he drove his way down the street, himself becoming overwhelmed with the throng of the crowd that surrounded him as the majoorty of colorful entertainers, strippers, men with money and some with empty eyes but a plan walked their way across the street and polluteed it with their bodies jostling against one another through the sea of the crowd.

Bojack's eyes winced as his mouth opened into a disbelieving and overwhelmed vauge noise as his head turned up to where he saw the helciopter that had previoulsy been distant and far away from his house now booming upward through the crowd; the helicopter's noise was loud enough that it temprialry overcome the noises of the crowd and the incessant business of the people as they talked and shoved one another through their choas; the helicopter and its incessant demeanding large roar overcame the city enough to the point where several people turned thier heads up and gave a small laugh and shouldered one another, energy superficial but incessantly energtic and bright.

Bojack winced as he started the car forward again as the cars in front of him went forward themselves while they started to disperse among the crowd and throng of the people, his fingertips tapping erradicalty across the wheel as he rubbed his face with an uncomfortable force across his snout, eyes wincing painfully as he tried to see through the blur on his vision. His eyees snapped over to the focus of the large and mainstream marketplace a little bit away from the several useless resturants hardly occupied even at the height of the work day, the bright yrllow walls and eccentric advertisement of a whale that had started the foundation of the company turned into a small circle of his own vinatge joy, eyes lightened and with a spread of a cartoonish smile on his features.

"Hey! It's that guy! From the party! Asshorse!"

Bojack's face tensed as his eyes winced over to where he felt his abrasive annoynce come over him as his worst fear was met; there were two gangly looking teenagers that looked as if they were hardly dressed; and Bojack flashed a hand in front of the sudden tense glare on his feautres as he snapped a hand beside his snout while the blinding flash snapped across his eyes.

"Jesus. I was hoping people like you and your cliche stereotype would remain in the nightmare part of this."

He pointdly made his way to the front of the market, turning the car into the small driveway as mcuch as both the traffic of the sea of people as well as the other cars woould allow him to. He felt his eyes roll up as his teeth poked as a small rasp of a groan left his lip as his eyes turned to the men that were cackling in their satisfaction, and the annoyance on Bojack's eyes flared further as he pushed his foot on the gas petal a little harder.

"C'mon, Horseman! This is meat!"

Bojack gave a large breath of a sigh enough that it caused him to roll his shoulders back, his boody leaning its full exhausted weight onto the leather chair as he felt the wrinkels on his face deepening along with his exhustion. He pressed the petal further to the marketplace, turning his head over the side light to make sure he wasn't accidently driving over a side of the cement entrance to the only several options of the driveway.

"Is it true that your wife threw off that B list actor? Or was it you? Did you conspir to do it together?"

Bojack felt his tense hands and the rytham of his graps pause entirely, the minute small details of his frutation pausing entirely, just as the movement of the car to the market as his eyes widened, his head snapping over to the two men in one fell quick swoop, as if rung in by rope.

"Who told you that? Is this going around?"

The two men only chuckled in their glee as Bojack exposed his entire face to them, and Bojack let out his largest incessant moan as he winced while he was temporarily blinded by the light of the flash, and with a roar did he slam his feet on the breaks this time as the car flew forward.