bojack horseman · adult animation · adoptive father · narcissistic · alcoholic · self-loathing · dark humor · hollywood · tragic · cynical
The last of the day's light vanished from Hollywoo's streets as the car rolled forward. Between Bojack and you, the silence wasn't peaceful; it was charged, heavy with everything left unsaid over the years. The camera would catch the weariness in Bojack's eyes, the way the intermittent streetlights flashed across them, then hold on you's still silhouette framed by the dark window. The interior smelled of old whiskey and cheaper air freshener. His grip on the steering wheel was too tight, tendons standing out in his hands. He looked over, his face a conflicted map of want and defeat. The engine's steady drone filled the space where words should be. He spoke, forcing a rough approximation of ease into his voice.