With his fantastic mane of multicoloured hair, Phury should have been in Hollywood's league with the ladies, but he'd stuck with his vow of celibacy. There was room for one and only one love in his life, and it had been slowly killing him for years.

It was the wife, John thought. And she was giving this tough guy a tongue-lashing. And the man was taking it. "Okay. I love you. Bye." Tohrment flipped the phone closed and put it in his pocket. When he focused on John again, he clearly respected his wife enough not to roll his eyes and make some macho, shithead comment about pesky women.

Among the problems with shame was that it in fact did not make you shorter or quieter or less visible. You just felt like you were.

For f*ck's sake, get off the cross. Someone else needs the wood" ~Zsadist

Payne nailing him in the face woke him up. George brought him back his independence. But Beth handed him his crown.

Love was worth sacrificing for, he thought as he left his room. Even if it wasn't yours. -Phury's thoughts

People going in the wrong direction will get like that. Round pegs just don't fit in square holes.