“Tell me about yourself…. What’s your name?”

“Yun-go… but everyone around here calls me Tuesday…” His placed his hands in his lap. On his ring finger was a small heart, tattooed there since a year previous. “Actually… its always Tuesday.”

“Ah. I see. How old are you Tuesday?”

He didnt answer right away. he thought about the question and who it was coming from. “Old enough.” he settled and smiled skittishly.

The man only shook his head and looked at him over the top of his dark green frames.

“lets just say i’ve been around for a very long time. long enough to watch the world change.” that much was true…

“What makes you happiest, Tuesday?”

“Ny.” He said quickly, without hesitation. “And Kizu… Without the two of them… I….” He shook his head and swallowed down the knot forming in his throat. “They both have kept me alive for longer than anyone else.” Two years ago and he might have said his drugs. or sex. or anything but his son and his husband… but things had changed drastically since the last time he saw Jackyle and even more so since the last time he relapsed.

“Why Kizu? I understand your son entirely, children are miraculous things… but a lover?” the man poked and prodded and took great interest in the squirming boy seated opposite him.

“He showed me that I can be loved. And that I can love.” It took him a while to think of it all… to put it into perspective… the years of abuse and the years of numbness had taken quite the toll on him but Kizu….well… “He showed me that not all loves are painful or perfect… that I wont ever have to worry about raising my son alone ever again.” Tuesday smiled then, the light from the corner lamp catching the stray tears that were threatening to fall from his deep pink eyes. “He kept me safe when no one else would. He loved me when I was at my worst… and now we have a family. thats more than anyone else could have ever given me.” Tuesday brought a hand to his eyes and wiped them dry, trying to collect his thoughts and calm his fluttering heart.

The man only smiled. Tuesday was a piece of work to be honest, and one he was glad to be learning about. He was a small man with a beaten heart and a battered smile…. but there was love still in his heart and warmth in his smiles…. He put the pad of paper he had been writing notes on down and took a deep breath. “I am glad to see you are doing much better Tuesday…. much better than I had thought.”

Tuesday (kdoll kamyu, painted/modded by myself)