Krugman was sitting behind his desk. He felt the tears well up in his eyes . After their last adventure, Krugman found out just exactly how cruel people could be. How nasty and inconsiderate real humans actually were. Krugman stared at a picture of a polar bear. A magnificent beast who would not hesitate to kill him but at least it would be quick. Not a overlong conspiracy of many years, just to be unleashed on him when he was at his weakest and darkest moment. When he needed his friends the most.
But there had been one tiny ray of light in this whole . Krugman remembered fondly the day he discovered it. It was a tuesday morning he rememberanced. The memories surfaced before his mind’s eye and took the most wonderful shapes. Before Krugman well knew it, a single tear welled up in his eyes and trickled down his cheek.
Because even when all his ‘friends’ betrayed him, there was one consistant factor in his life: John Cochrane.
And Krugman knew that the rising aspirations between them could never become true, the feelings Krugman had for John Cochrane were the only thing in this world that still felt true to him. No lies, just that single, pure sense and feeling for John Cochrane.Their relationship would probably only ever be physical.