You know what? People should be allowed to jack off to fucked up fiction. So fucking what if a person’s masterbating to siblings having sex. It’s not real.
Michael having the parent moment of realizing Tracy really isn’t a little girl anymore. Suddenly he’s genuinely missing the little girl who thought the world of him. Now she honestly hated him.
He sits on the couch watch Blue’s Clues, thinking about the times that Tracy used to sit on his lap, mindlessly mumbling along to the songs. He takes another shot, he feels the emptiness in his stomach and burning in his eyes.
