If you ever feel bad about your job performance remember that for all 8 years of his presidency George Washington had to write his constitutional responsibilities on the palm of his hand and frequently checked it during cabinet meetings.
On Ke$ha’s hit 2010 song, Blah Blah Blah, she says “zip your lip like a padlock”. I never even questioned this 7 years ago but I’ve been thinking about it lately. It makes no sense. Padlocks don’t zip.
Summary: Just because Isak and Even hooked up doesn’t mean that Even actually cares about him, no matter how badly the meddling assholes he calls friends want them to be together. (Much thanks to the actual love of my life @westiris for reading over this, and for trying her hardest to not enable me, even thought it didn’t work.)
Isak wishes his friends could fucking stop. He’s not bitter, or incapable of love or anything. He’s just not ready to be in a relationship with anyone, not after the string of meaningless hookups he’d had after coming out, not when he’s so often stuck inside his own head that he can’t imagine himself being good for anyone. Especially not someone like Even Bech Næsheim, who’s somehow standing in his doorway, holding a pack of beers.
Somehow, like Isak doesn’t know perfectly well that the dumb fuckers he calls friends set this up, because they’d somehow gotten it into their heads that Isak and Even would get along. They’re not exactly wrong, but Isak’s trying to scrub the memory of last weekend from his mind. It’s a little difficult though, when Isak remembers Even pushing him against the very door he’s holding open as he nudged his thigh between Isak’s legs and pressed kisses down his neck.