the lonely and the corruption as opposite sides of a coin, directly opposed ways of coping with an unbearable loneliness and longing for love. you can lean into whatever toxic love that’s available to you even as it entirely consumes you - or you can lean into the indulgence of deep and delicious and martyring solitude. jane prentiss banging down martins door day in day out, come out and be loved, it will be awful but it will be complete. of course martin stays in his little room, entirely cut off from the world, unable to get help, and sits with himself and his thoughts and jane’s knocking for fourteen days. it was always going to be the lonely or the corruption making a play for him.
the french beetle guy couldve been sooo snapped up by the lonely he was ready he was primed but he chose terrible and disgusting love instead he chose corrosive devotion! and that is so sexy of him


















