...for we are a part of all unrequited,
for we are the night of all expectations...
He is in a rush. The heels of his shoes are clicking on the porcelain tiles, echoing through the hall and blending with the vibrations of the violin playing softly in the background. His vision is messy, breath - heavy. He stumbles on the waiter, angrily pushes him off with one movement of his arm and heads towards the main doors. There's a steady stream of newly arriving guests entering the big hall, and he, like a massive Soviet icebreaker ship, plunges into them, cracking the human flow like the said ships crack ice. Some step aside under the fear of being run over by a nearly 2 metre giant, those who don't, end up flying to the left or right depending on which one of his hands is free at the moment; he doesn't pay much attention to the angry complaints and shouts from the guests; he needs fresh air - desperately.
It is really scary to see a twenty three-year old man, who looks like a mix of Alain Delon with Jason Statham, tear through a crowd of people, throwing them around with his long and strong arms... He's dressed in grey long pants out of which an elegant shirt rises up his muscular back, wrapping his arms tightly, contouring every single curve of every muscle on them. His hair is short, and messy... He hasn't shaved today and that tint of beard underlines the overall beast-like appearance he has at the moment - blinded with rage, and despair...
With the last fancy guest thrown off his way, he finally makes it to the yard. The light breeze caresses his face, takes the tension off his muscles a bit; but that's not enough to put out the fire burning inside. His wet eyes have slightly dried up, but he still can't find his place; like a raging bull he wants to crush everything and everyone he sees, and it's really hard for him to keep his body under control. He knows that he'd better leave before breaking something or somebody... He approaches his car, only to find out that he has left the keys in his coat, which is hanging on a chair at the table "7", just in front of the chair where She sits... At the thought of her, he loses it, and under a fearsome scream "Fuck", his fist crashes on his car's rooftop. The panic alarm goes off. People throw their glances filled with discontent and disgust at him, as the ugly sound fills the whole yard; but he couldn't care less.
He turns around in a moment's despair, with his hand on his waist, holding his head with the other. There's no way he's going back to that table, unless he wants to destroy the whole building with all its guests, which, in fact, he does, but that means seeing Her again... No, not Her, he's not going back there, he's had enough... It's at this moment he realizes that his hand was clenched into a fist ever since he saw Her. Oh, no... Another thought of Her... Her angelic face, those big, big eyes 'neath delicately thick eyebrows, and that skin... that smooth, pearl white skin... "FUCK!!! FUCK!" - His fist crashes on the already crying car again. He kicks the nearby trash bin and heads towards the main gates, leaving behind the big building with it's yard, the yelling car, those surprised looks of people looking at his passions burning him alive, and Her... Another punch - this time at the wall near the gates. God, that must've hurt...
He steps out onto the road. It is a secluded narrow "freeway" through something like a forest, covered with trees from both sides and lighted with shallow lamp posts every 20 metres or so. No cars go up the road because there is a dead end a few hundred metres away; perfect for him to find solitude and calm down. After several steps towards his inner peace, his mobile rings; It's his Mom...
"Yeah, Mom." His voice sounds tired but he does his best to sound as cheerful as possible to free her from suspicion and unnecessary worrying.
A woman's voice through the buzz and noise of the crowd barely asks "Terry? Are you okay? What happened?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." He says it so confidently he almost believes it himself... "Just wanted to get some fresh air, I didn't feel well. Why you askin'?"
"Because there are a lot of people complaining about a raging lunatic beating up a car... your car to be exact..." Her voice just tells it - 'I know you're lying',
and he knows that she knows...
"Tell me, Terry, it's because of Ellen, isn't it?"
He can feel his cellphone make cracking sounds as his fingers press it into the palm of his hand with growing strength when he hears that name. Taking a deep breath and regaining control, he sighs... "Did you recognize her, too?"
"Only after you two had left. She's changed a lot you know..."
"I know," He interrupts her "I just need some time on my own, don't worry, I'll come back soon." Though he's unsure whether is it good to lie to your own mother to keep her free from worries or not.
"Okay, dear. Just take it easy, alright? It was a long time ago and..." He thinks to himself 'oh, God, just please, quit reminding me of that last time...' and interrupts her with a cheerful laugh "I know, mom, take it easy."
"Okay, don't be too late! I'm going back to our table now, I don't think anybody else realized what happened... just get yourself together! Love you, bye!"
He hangs up. Looking around he discovers that he's already quite far away from the big hall and all the rush of that place. Now surrounded with nothing but trees and some strange 'oohs' from the woods, Terry takes a deep breath and begins reanimating what is left of his psychic harmony. The main question remains - to go back or not? More specifically - to go back to take the coat in order to drive home, or leave the keys to parents and take a taxi to his place...
'No! No! NO! It can't be happening with her. Not Him! Not again!' She is standing on a balcony, swallowing mouthfuls of oxygen through her nose. There's a sound of music playing inside, and a cheerful laughter of the guests in the house's very own park, above which she is now struggling to get back into her natural emotional state of a brick. She is failing so far... Suddenly a loud car alarm breaks her concentration, as if the mess in her head wasn't enough; She goes back inside.
Ellen's gorgeous black dress rises up with her breast in the rhythm of her heavy breath. She looks in the mirror - her make-up is still in place, though there isn't much of it on her anyway - she doesn't like putting make-up and there's no need for that, too - her skin is divine and she seems to take great delight in reminding herself of that fact... She corrects her dress which ends at her knees, then looks if the tiny gaps in it aren't revealing too much of her slender body. Having made sure she's still looking good, Ellen's attention shifts back to that trembling young man, who left their table without even really taking his seat... She can't be mistaken, it was Him!
Her thoughts are still a mess, as she tries to remember how they parted...
'Now, after their first breakup, there was their second reuniting as 'friends'... Then she ended it... Then he came back again and was so convincing that she agreed to try again... but was he really convincing or she really liked him? Later came his revelation - the true confession almost any girl dreams to hear, at least that's what her friends said, when she told them what he had said... She answered that she needed time to think. But did she really mean it? Or was it a way to make him shut up... ? Did he cry while talking with her? Yes? Or no... When did she see him for the last time? In his car? No, it looked more like a yard... When He ended it... or did She end it? Or maybe they both ended it? God, it's a mess!'
Ellen's feelings were truly a mess. That's the conclusion she comes to in the end. But it was three years ago, and now she has her own life, planned out ahead, a truly bright future, and Terry is an undesired ghost from the past, her ex-everything possible - love of her life, boyfriend, friend, best-friend, brother, sister... She kind of begins to hate herself a little for how it all turned out, after all, after so many years of friendship and love... unrequited love from both of them, she left Him devastated in the end. She remembers now - he tried his best to look strong but his voice was giving him away. It all was in that voice... soft, warm, a bit raw with sincere vibrations undercover of confidence and calmness... Fear, there was a fear of losing her in that voice. While hers was one of a real 'experienced bitch' (which, in reality, she wasn't), a stone-cold heartbreaker with a license - uncaring, cold, rough. But that voice still sounded too damn hot to Terry.
The end was a bit cruel though... but he had it coming! He shouldn't have kept pursuing her after being separated and eventually breaking up 5 years ago! Or was she really giving him hints for all those years... ? She gets completely lost in her memories and feelings. All these thoughts make her head boil; blood starts to apply greater pressure on her skull and she feels her head giving off steam, just like the last time she spoke with Terry on the phone...
She feels dizzy again. In an attempt to get herself together, Ellen once more exits to the balcony. The fresh air does its job well enough. She leans on the parapet and looks around; There's the road going by the building through the forest and dissolving in it. She narrows her eyes up a bit and notices a young man walking up the road. Terry's leaving... Good! Now she can get back down. All that tension in her throat and in her chest seem to mysteriously fade away at the sight of Terry's departure. She feels like having suddenly recovered from an illness... What was that, that got on her anyway? She's feeling great now.
She is glad of that sudden change, the most important thing is that Terry's gone... And who is he anyway? If he decides to get back and try to make some moves towards her, she'll just greet them with her famous, neutrally-cold face; they're strangers now. And she's always been a master at turning Terry off, whenever he tried to get all too romantic and dreamy...
And with that said, she rushes to the lavatory to practise her 'hypocrite' faces in front of a mirror, just in case Terry comes back...
When Terry returns, the hall is already filled with guests, and no new ones are arriving. The party is in progress, if we can say so - tables are busy being emptied of their contents, waiters doing their best to keep the guests fed and drunk. Musicians are playing a little more fast paced songs, and it's clear that soon the dance floor will be filled with people.
Terry walks up to the table "7". He's not sure what made him change his mind and stay; maybe it was the sudden wave of indifference, or the desire to show Ellen that indifference, or maybe something more than just indifference - show Ellen that He is angry at her and is seeking revenge, or show her what he's become and reject her, killing every hope that might get born to her heart... Or maybe, on the contrary, to show that he is still open for her no matter how many times they have broken each other's hearts and how many times they have lost each other; and the number of those times was five, and that was yet another reason why he couldn't just walk away...
Ellen sees Terry approaching and that mess that seemed to have magically left her head along with him leaving the building, suddenly returns. Even worse - the confidence and certainty in the indifference she had acquired with his departure now seemed to fade away; it most apparently couldn't coexist with Terry in one room anymore... She looks at him quickly and fear overcomes her mind. She's sure that he'll greet her like they're old friends, will try to have a small talk with her, then eat her out with love-filled eyes... And oh, how much she wouldn't like that... anymore.
How big is her surprise and relief when Terry approaches the table and doesn't even show a little hint that he knows her in any way; he just apologizes for his departure, then moves his eyes over everybody sitting at that table, stopping only for a second at Ellen.
Oh, the face he sees is priceless. It even becomes hard for him to hide the smile growing on his lips; he knew he'd find her with her head tilted up trying her best to look down at him, her eyebrows raised in a skeptical curve, eyes a bit narrowed, and her little, pointy nose almost on the same level as her eyes. She looks at him for a brief moment, and without saying anything turns to her mom and asks her to pass her the salt...
Terry looks at his mom, she looks back at him with a sad smile, while her eyes scream "I love you, son, and I'm proud of you no matter what". He smiles back at her, trying his best to tell her the same with his eyes.
Ellen's step-father asks him what happened that he left, and Terry makes up a story of him having a minor illness which gives him trouble breathing if he fails to take medicine at certain times. Needless to say, it comes as a big surprise to his own stepfather, who looks suspiciously at him and asks "And when did you manage to acquire that 'illness'? Last time I saw you, you were beating the crap out of that poor fellow during your sparring sessions 2 days ago..."
"It's a long story, dad... I'll explain it later" Terry replies with a big emphasis on "later". It seems to be enough information for everybody around the table.
Now with it settled, he begins to steal away moments when Ellen is looking away to get a good look at her. She is as beautiful as he remembers her. The same soft blush on her cheeks, the same pink lips, probably as sweet as they were 5 years ago, and those eyes... Oh, how much he loved those eyes... and he hates to catch himself on the thought that he still loves them. And not just the eyes - her lips, her chin, her neck, her nose, her hair, her forehead, her arms, her shoulders, her fingers, her smell, her clothes, her slender legs, her dumb voice, her... Her.
He knows that he has just lost this little battle he had going on with himself, as he moves his defeated eyes from her with a sad smile of a surrendered who is preparing to be taken captive. But he's not going back, no. That's for sure. He's had enough defeats by Ellen in the last 9 years... It takes a lot of effort, but he's not gonna take that old path he kept following all these years; no more romance and ethereal 'love', it doesn't work on a brick wall, which is exactly what she is. This is more of a survival battle, to see who's the strongest of them two, who'll show weakness first, and knowing that she doesn't have much weakness (stones are famous for that) he realizes that it's, once again, an inner fight with himself.
In the meantime, Ellen is doing her best to get the message to Terry - 'you are an undesired person at this table, and I will pretend you don't exist'. She believes she's doing it pretty good, as now Terry's eyes are blankly staring into the nothingness somewhere on the table with a sad smile of a broken man. She thinks to herself 'Oh, please, don't you turn those cow eyes at me with that look of yours... Don't you even think about it!" And just to make sure he doesn't, she takes her eyes off him again and keeps on pretending that the seat next to her stepdad is empty.
However, when Terry suddenly wakes up from that interlocked stasis and engages in conversations going on around the table, Ellen gets a little bit disappointed; she was sure those eyes would turn to her, and she would crush all those seeds of hope growing inside that look...
"...in most cases we use the Average Cost method when determining our inventories' value..."
"Hmmm, I don't really believe you should use that in most cases, cause you know, the prices tend to vary a lot in that market segment. It's a bit time consuming, but if you switch between Last-In, First-Out and First-in, First-Out methods according to the price..."
"Marie, did you hear this?! This fellow knows a thing or two!" Ellen's step-dad says to her mom with a happy laughter: "I'd hire you, Terry, if only you weren't an existing threat to my position!"
They all burst out laughing.
"Thanks Mr. Norwich! That coming from a man of your experience is an honor to me" Terry smiles to the bald man in a grey suit. He wished he could work on that position, but the joke was still fun, and, what's more important: Ellen now seems completely lost in that mess in her head. And indeed, she doesn't know how to react to the jokes Terry makes, or how to behave when her parents talk about Terry, who has already managed to become the heart of that company, and most importantly, this new Terry seems to be charming her against her will, and she hates that thought most of all.
Suddenly a lovely tune starts playing and everybody around the table decides to go have, as they said, a 'refreshing' dance. Ellen refuses to go. Terry stays, too. Now it's just the two of them.
Ellen starts to panic a little, she feels that Terry is about to begin another wave of 'confessions' like he did three years ago, and she just can't have that! She's sick and tired of that topic. For all these 9 years they've known each other, 5 of them were spent mulling over their relationships between the two of them. The other 4 have been spent pondering about their feelings separately... There is really nothing new Terry could say, and he knows that well, too. In fact he doesn't really hope for anything from Ellen, and he certainly isn't for reanimating their 'best-friend' relationships, because time has shown that it's just a lie, he'll always love her. And he knows that, as well, but at that moment, he has put that knowledge into the farthest shelf of his conciousness - it's all about coming out the strongest; his image in Ellen's eyes is the only thing left that he values in their 'relationships'.
After a long minute of silence and discontent looks from Ellen, that are literally telling him 'so what now?' Terry speaks:
"How's your head?" that's the first thing Terry says to Ellen, with a little pinch of sarcasm blended into his big smile. That's the first thing he says to her in three years...
Well, she has expected such a start of the conversation; she's known Terry for 9 long years, and if some things have changed, that shallow humour of his - hasn't.
"Fine, thanks. Yours?" She bites off, pretending not to get the sarcasm with which Terry asked his question, and injecting her own deadly poison of coldness into every syllable.
Terry carelessly parries that sting: "Mine too, Never been better. Thanks!" Then calmly sits back and switches his attention to their dancing parents with a sincere smile on his face.
His casual behaviour get's Ellen a bit confused. Maybe Terry indeed doesn't care anymore? His smile is too natural... And he's a bit too calm and balanced right now; she doesn't remember seeing him like that for... She can't even remember when she saw him like that for the last time. Probably when they still weren't together, were just teenagers and He was neglecting her just like she has been neglecting him this past 4 years...
Now that she's been given a chance, Ellen concentrates on Terry's looks more carefully. She knew he was good looking, and 3 years ago, when they last met he still was really fresh and unique, but now... She almost hates him for being so handsome in those clothes, with that haircut, with that shallow tint of a day old beard... and his body seems to get better and better after every time she sees him again. She probably has little idea that she's Terry's biggest motivation in those GYM sufferings...
"How's your life?" Terry asks with seemingly little interest.
"Good, thanks, how's yours? Hasn't found anyone... ?" She asks that mechanically, not realizing that words like that coming from people like that always bear hidden meanings and hints beneath... that's why she regretfully adds "You don't have to tell me, it's okay, sorry for asking..." trying to fix that potential hint she gave, but ends up giving another mixed signal to him.
The look on Terry's face is hard to describe... It's like a mix of 'you-think-I'm-a-fuckin-idiot' and 'I-can't-believe-you-are-that-stupid'. Why on earth does she always have to twist it into relationships? He thinks to himself 'oh God, keep yourself together, don't break, don't you fucking break! It's a test...'
"Mine is great, too. Finally got that position I was hoping to get..." he says looking at Ellen with a serious look for a second, then carelessly adds "I'm single."
With that said, he turns his head to watch the dancers again, battling the urge to ask her if she's still single with literally everything he's got.
Ellen is sitting in front of him, waiting for him to ask her that same question... after a silence that lasts some half a minute, she calms down - he's not gonna ask...
"Did you go to England for your master's degree?" Ellen tries to revive the conversation between the two of them, as now she is more interested in seeing whether Terry is indeed indifferent, rather than putting him off and crushing his hopes which he seemed not to have at all...
Terry brightens up a bit when a move like that comes from Ellen, and before you know, the two are actually talking.
It lasts several minutes, before their parents return from the dance floor. This is the moment when Terry does what he always dreamt to do but never actually did when he still had the chance - He stands up, approaches Ellen and moves his hand towards her, inviting for a dance. Ellen is shocked - she always thought that flexibility and Terry are two completely different things, and now this wooden log is inviting her for a dance?
With her big round eyes wide open in surprise and in the sweetest smile female lips can ever curl into, she asks him with a sincere laugh "What? Are you serious?!"
The confident nod and the smile on Terry's face say 'I am' and she is left with no choice but to take that hand and walk over to the dancefloor.
The music begins and Terry takes on the lead immediately. Oh, how long he waited for that look in Ellen's eyes - when she is caught up in shock and with her mouth wide open is swinging in his arms under the beat of the music.
She can't believe it; Terry dances... and, God, how he dances! His movements are smooth, controlled, confident... His arms twist her in ways she never thought a human body could twist during a dance. That is an exceptional experience and she feels how her hands are squeezing Terry tighter and tighter with every minute, how goosebumps appear on her skin when he embraces her in his arms, when his breath flows into hers in those magical moments they share. It seems to last millenniums as they both dissolve in that fire, burning in their passion. They are no longer in that hall, they are no longer two broken souls.. They are one, complete, ideal, perfect, the archetype of physical and spiritual union... They are one.
After ages, the dance finishes; she is still holding his hands...
Terry looks at her with sparking eyes. He doesn't want to think about whether there is a chance for them after all, or this is doomed to end as soon as they return to their places. He just wants to relive this moment, over and over again, holding her in his arms, feeling her heartbeat so close to his...
She can't tell at what moment exactly did Terry begin to exist for her again. Maybe it was the dance, or maybe it was the indifference with which he was sitting at that table, or maybe that smile and the look in those eyes when his hand spread in front of her inviting her to the dancefloor...
"You're dancing is great!" She finally says with a pleased smile on her face "I've never danced like that before..."
"Thanks, El, So is yours" Terry answers with a cool grin on his lips.
"I never thought you can dance, Ter! You keep surprising me this whole evening" She says it to him, standing on the dance floor, in front of each other, hesitating whether to go back to their seats, or have another dance... He is so tempting...
And just before Terry can reply, Ellen, as if stating a fact, and completely without any idea why on earth she would want to do that, with a happy smile adds "It's a good thing that you've finally gotten over me... Moved on..."
Maybe it is just to make sure she could make friends with him again, because Terry has always been a great friend for her, and that is one of the main reasons why she used to love him, or maybe because she is disappointed of the fact that her longest admirer has stopped being one, and wants to make sure if that's true, or simply because she still has some feelings inside that heart of stone of which she's been unaware all this time. She doesn't know.
On hearing that, Terry looks at her with a little laugh, and calmly but confidently says "Ellen, you're an idiot." putting excessive amount of pressure on every letter of the word "idiot". His face is not as bright as it was moments ago...
She looks at him in bewilderment "What?! You're the idiot!" She's trying to hide behind a laugh and make that awkward thing she said disappear.
Terry, now fully concentrated on Ellen, looks at her with a shadow of a smile and says "You haven't changed Ellen... Three goddamn years, and you're still the same idiot..."
She doesn't know how to react; He never spoke to her like this, so ...rude.
"Why do you talk to me like that?" She asks with a sad voice and it becomes clear for Terry that he clearly has hurt her...
Oh, how much he now wishes to hug her, hold her tightly in his arms and assure her that he is the last person on earth who'll ever want to hurt her, that she's nowhere safer than with him and that whoever dares to cause her pain will go through all of the circles of hell by his hands. How much he wishes to tell her that he loves her, how much he misses her... Her sincerely sad voice and her hurt eyes kill him slowly inside, his inability to make those feelings of her disappear - buries him. He wishes he'd just die at that moment - a stroke or a lighting from the skies would do, but he's still there, still dying slowly.
However, he won't show that. Anger and fear of losing her again rise up inside of him and instead of calming down and mending that little crack, he unconsciously breaks it even more: "I speak with you the way you make me speak! Why the fuck did you ask that question?! FIVE TIMES!!!"
His voice is trembling now; he broke... "FIVE FUCKING TIMES!!! oh God, FIVE TIMES I've lost you!!! If I was the one who could get over you, it wouldn't fucking reach that number five... Doesn't time and life teach you anything?!"
That moment Terry thinks whether time and life have taught him anything, and concludes that if they have, it's that you should keep your emotions under control, especially in such delicate moments as this...
His angry voice suddenly calms down, to a more stable and sorry tone, as if a regret overcomes him, his frown blends into a sad, guilty smile "Don't bring this topic up, because it's like Pandora's box... Once it's open it can't be closed... Please..."
Terry takes her hand; he can feel tears gather up behind his eyes, He almost pleads "We have left a deep wound in each other, El, and our presence is pressing on that wound and opening it; questions like that are like handfuls of salt pouring on them. I don't like remembering those times. I don't want to remember our past, and most of all, I don't want to repeat it..."
He grabs her hand "I have lost you too many times Ellen, way too much than a man's heart can handle"
After a few seconds of staring into her face he awkwardly adds "Sorry for shouting at you... I... I'm really sorry" and smiles with a sad, shameful smile holding her hand now with both of his hands... He's out of breath...
She is startled at such abrupt changes in Terry, but that last sentence, was so intense, and the vibrations in his voice are so sincere... Plus she catches herself thinking how beautiful Terry's eyes are when he's smiling like that... Her hand tightly entwined with his, she finds herself clinging to him with all her body without even realising that they are the only two persons left on that dance floor... She can't take her longing eyes off Terry... 'Dear God, his smile is beautiful...'
Terry's inner voice screams 'Terry, you are losing this fight to yourself again, you muppet!' And he knows it even without that voice's reminder; he is dissolving into stardust in Ellen's surprised and completely confused eyes...
He slowly opens the door to a place called "Joe's Tattoo" and steps inside. On seeing him, Joe rushes to hug him with a big smile on his lips and a genuine laugh shouting "Look who came to visit an old friend!!!" Then his old friend's hand wrapped in a bandage and put in a cast catches his attention...
"Saw her again?" He asks that like a caring sister asking her elder brother if he's upset.
"Yeah..." Terry nods with a dumb look on his face, his mouth slightly open and eyes focused at Joe.
Already knowing the answer Joe still asks "And..." Only to be surprised at Terry's casual "Fucked her".
"What?! You serious?!" Joe's face lights up with a smile - "Haha, I knew that you were a real man with real balls at heart! Told you if you stop that stupid romantic love shit, she'll be yours... Ha!"
Half a smile spreads on Terry's lips as his eyebrows rise "Really? What, all this time you thought my balls were at my heart?"
Joe chuckles "No, mate, I knew they were there, It's just that at your heart or at your dick, you forgot you ever had any." They both laugh.
Joe continues with his "delicate" humour: "So, what am I getting you this time? Lemme paint you a skull on your heart, huh? Or maybe some tribal patterns over your shoulders blending on your back into "ballheart"? It won't get you much pussy but at least it'll cover those stupid looking scars you are having me tattoo on you since forever" They both laugh again.
"I tell you, it's a waste of fine art not to have massive tattoos on a body like yours; those shoulders need my ink!".
Terry smiles "Nah, Joe, I'm good..."
"So what happened with your hand? I assumed you had crashed it on a wall again, after having seen Her... but in the light of the recent news..." Joe asks that with a kind smile on his face.
"Oh, no it's nothing much, just cracked it by accident..."
Joe's eyes focus on him in a suspicious gaze "Terry, I'm your best fucking friend, and I also happen to be the best tattoo artist in The States, but the only tattoos you get are some tiny "scars" on the back of your shoulder the meaning of which is still as unclear to me as it was on the day I gave you the first one... And now you won't even tell me how you hurt your hand? Don't you fucking trust me?"
Joe seems to be quite upset about it and Terry immediately does his best to reassure him that it's okay and he has hurt his hand during a sparring session. It seems to be satisfactory enough for Joe.
"So tell me, How's it going with Ellen?" Joe asks with a sincere smile, leaning on his table.
Terry's smile slightly fades and he answers with the same dumb stare "It's not". Then smiles jokingly.
Now Joe has that dumb look on his face, but his is mixed with surprise in the eyes and a little bit of skepticism on the eyebrows - "What? Why?"
Terry, taking off his shirt, carelessly drops "because Fuck her".
Now Joe looks even more lost - half laughing, half surprised he says "Wow, wow, hold on a second. Is this the same old Terry I knew? The last guy, who said something like that about Ellen, got his face punched in... and it wasn't even about your Ellen..."
Already sitting on the tattoo chair Terry sincerely laughs "Yeah, that's true." then adds "But Fuck old Terry."
Joe looks at him with a great thinker's face and he, apparently, was indeed thinking hard whether Terry is joking or being serious. After a few seconds, carefully, as if afraid of hurting him, he asks "And what about old Terry's feelings?"
Terry looks up at Joe with his mouth slightly open, his eyes focused on him, eyebrows tightly pulled together, the left one slightly higher than the right one, and answers not as much with his mouth, as with his eyes and brows:
"Fuck Them Too..."
He leaves Joe's Tattoo with the 6th scar next to the existing five...