The next postcard he writes, a week later, says: I can't do this anymore.
He burns it, cuddles his sweetie for a while, and leaves that city the next morning.
It's true: he can't do this anymore. He can't live his life around the empty space where Isabella used to be. There's other people he misses, too, but he's not so completely and utterly fucked to hell over the rest of them.
But thinking about the Jokers, about the Joker, makes him realize what he really needs.
He thinks about it for a while. There's no rush. He switches sex and lives that way full-time, to get used to it first, because he's going to be stuck in it a lot longer than the Joker and he doesn't want to get fed up in the middle.
And then, a year and a half after he saw Ranata, Kas wishes himself pregnant.
He doesn't get fed up in the middle.
The baby is born in late summer. He names her Helen.
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The next postcard he writes, a week later, says: I can't do this anymore.
He burns it, cuddles his sweetie for a while, and leaves that city the next morning.
It's true: he can't do this anymore. He can't live his life around the empty space where Isabella used to be. There's other people he misses, too, but he's not so completely and utterly fucked to hell over the rest of them.
But thinking about the Jokers, about the Joker, makes him realize what he really needs.
He thinks about it for a while. There's no rush. He switches sex and lives that way full-time, to get used to it first, because he's going to be stuck in it a lot longer than the Joker and he doesn't want to get fed up in the middle.
And then, a year and a half after he saw Ranata, Kas wishes himself pregnant.
He doesn't get fed up in the middle.
The baby is born in late summer. He names her Helen.