"went to the bar to get a little closer to myself and learn things i never really wanted to know"
tyler and jack patch each up after a fight
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people are always asking me if i knew about tyler durden.
asking me if i knew him.
people also tend not to realize that we live together.
that we patch up each other's wounds every week when we get home after we've had a fight. not that anyone would know that either.
but, yeah i guess you can say that i know tyler.
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it had been one saturday night after a fight, we were sitting in the bathroom floor cross-legged, my back up against the old wallpaper of the wall, tyler holding my hand as he moves the alcohol-filled cotton swabs over my busted knuckles.
finishing up he threw the used cotton swabs to the side and put butterfly strips over my already scabbing knuckles.
he looks up to me smiling in that tyler kind of way.
"you want me to do the other one?"
i look at my other hand examining it, i shake my head telling him no that it wasn't that bad, that i can deal with this one.
"you sure?"
"yes," i tell him, i take his hand into mine brushing my thumb over his beaten and bruised knuckles.
"do you want me to do yours?"
he shrugs his shoulders, he tells me it doesn't matter and i can if i wanted he didn't care.
tyler tilts his head up so he's looking up at the ceiling, his breathing is even, as he waits for what i'm going to do.
i move my thumb against his knuckles once more before i start to clean the wounds there, finishing i get the butterfly strips and place them over his knuckles.
i pat his hand with my other hand that wasn't holding his "okay done" i tell him.
he looks back down at me with a smirk. this seems to be his resting face.
"thanks," he tells me, still not moving his hand from mine. i adjust our hands so now i'm actually holding his.
we just sit there on the dirty floor of the bathroom just looking at each other in complete silence just the sound of water dripping from one of the cracks in the ceiling.
he closes his eyes and tilts his head back up so he's looking at the ceiling again. he looks peaceful, well as peaceful as tyler can look and get.
i shift my body, getting uncomfortable with how long i've been sitting here like this. i uncross my legs and put them on either side of tyler's crossed one's.
tyler looks back down, his resting smirk still on his face. "what are you doing?" tyler asks me tilting his head to the side a bit, kinda like how a dog would.
i shrug my shoulders again, without answering the question.
we fall back into silence and just continue sitting there just staring at each other. and this, this moment right now is the most peaceful that i've been in a very very long time. and i am glad for that.
i am jack's gratitude.
— aah, this is badd, but it was surprisingly the first time i wrote these characters and i'm sorry it's bad.
i'm going to write more with them so hopefully, those will be better then this i'm just trying to get into writing them.
i'll try to publish another chapter to online as soon as i can.
anyway wash your hands, mind your distance, stay indoors, stay safe, and stay healthy.
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