Then your English teacher doesn't know shit about shit. You're better at this metaphor gig than you think, and I say that as an accomplished bullshitter.

[he curls a little closer, walks two fingers lightly up the arm that isaac has thrown over his face. it's easier to say things when isaac's not looking at him, sometimes.]

Nobody ever gave me the idea that I needed to know everything. Not even a little piece of everything. Because the mystery's half the point of living. If you know everything, then what's the point? Most of the time if I shut up and listen, then what I need to know comes out. It's when I get too noisy that shit starts getting hard.

Kinda like you. I stopped listening because I thought I didn't want to hear it.

[his fingers walk to the middle of isaac's palm, pause, and tap, once.]

But I was wrong about that, y'know.

And I do like to wear a lot of brown.