Crazy In Love, I Say
He was in love with her.
Shit. He'd been in love with Nora for months now. Not that he had the balls to say that to himself, let alone out loud to her. But deep down, he knew it. He'd known it for a long time.
Predictably, he tried his hardest to write it off as lust or the chems or a combination of the two. No, the truth was much worse. Sexual attraction; that was easy. He could do sexual attraction. It was the fact that it was more than attraction that made it fuckin' difficult.
Or, alternatively, Hancock runs away from his problems again. But he's not the only one.
- Part 1 of Crazy In Love, I Say