[ The reply is stilted, stopped by a shaky slow exhale as he feels that light fingernail touch. He squeezes his eyes closed tightly a moment, his forehead still pressed to his. ]
Now I don't know. [ He wishes he could say that it has all slotted into place entirely, that it all makes sense, but it doesn't. He's terrified of it all, more than ever, but that doesn't mean he's about to let it stop him, because there's one thing, just one thing he does know...]
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Now I don't know. [ He wishes he could say that it has all slotted into place entirely, that it all makes sense, but it doesn't. He's terrified of it all, more than ever, but that doesn't mean he's about to let it stop him, because there's one thing, just one thing he does know...]
But I know I fucking want you.