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Patience is not my strong point.

Fine. Fine. I don't see the point of pretending, but if that's what it takes... I won't force the issue. I know better than to try. It's nice, anyway, getting to know my brother as my brother, but I can't help wanting to try something meaningful, still. Two months, I'm starting to get restless. His reserve and reluctance certainly don't help; I need to clear my head, and there's only one way to manage that... And I don't even want to, alone; I want what I've been waiting for, for so many years-- together, right.

I can behave. No surprises. No bodies. The evident impermanence of death here would make things difficult, anyway; I'm not used to victims as potential witnesses. He's waiting too-- it can't be much easier. I know that insistent whisper in the back of your mind, the hunger and the dissatisfaction, and it's only ever a matter of time before it has to happen. And when he's ready, I will be, too.
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I hate to admit it but I'm almost bored, having had a few days without anything dreadful happening. Although I liked the music and the girls in flapper dresses yesterday.
Anyone been up to anything of interest? I haven't really been watching.