You make your existence sound incredibly sad when you say it that way Glen. As if there's no joy for you with me. You should learn to be happier.
[He sits up, sets the glass down and turns to straddle Glen's lap, draping on him, arms winding over his shoulders, lips brushing his jaw, hair falling everywhere, even tied back as it is.]
You could be, happy. You could be happy with me, and I would treat you as well as I do now, and you know, you love me, you thrive on your connections, denying it is just tormenting yourself.
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[He sits up, sets the glass down and turns to straddle Glen's lap, draping on him, arms winding over his shoulders, lips brushing his jaw, hair falling everywhere, even tied back as it is.]
You could be, happy. You could be happy with me, and I would treat you as well as I do now, and you know, you love me, you thrive on your connections, denying it is just tormenting yourself.