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Glen...

[He drags Glen into a kiss.]

[This one he dodges. He's trying to hunker down and shut him out, because there's no other way he knows how to respond to inescapable and overwhelming emotional trauma. He would like to not be in his own head anymore right now thanks, and over the last month this kind of episode has not been entirely uncommon.]

Shh, shh it's okay.

[He pets him, soothingly.]

[He can be petted, he's still going to shut off for awhile.]

Glen, come back.

[He stays spaced out for a bit, then suddenly snaps back into himself with a start. Like always, he looks a little lost for a second, before it sets in that yes, he just blanked out again. This is not new. This is just a part of his severely damaged mental process these days.]

...Ah.

I'm worried about you.

[Soft, gentle, murmured into Glen's ear as he pulls Glen to his chest.]

[He doesn't resist, but he does tense up, a ball of discomfort in Felid's arms.]

No you're not.

I am. Deny me all you want but I do have feelings for you. I want you to stop being so depressed, it's worrying. I want you with me for a long, long, long time.

I'll kill both of us before I stay with you that long. You're never going to get me to be happy with you.

That's so overdramatic.

Almost as dramatic as the way you dress.

[sass: intact]

Well you aren't completely out of your mind yet.

[He settles, kissing Glen's neck fondly and leaning against him, just all warm, friendly physical contact, intimate and romantic and everything Glen should enjoy with someone he's in love with but.]

[Of course it feels wonderful and terrible all at once. He wants to throw up. But he wants to press against Felid, too, and that part wins out. He'll take this. He just doesn't want to hear those affectionate words.]

I'm getting there.

Keep your sanity Glen. You don't want to become a demon.

[He practically purrs as Glen presses against him, hands wandering down to feel up Glen's chest, just casually intimate.]

It's your fault if I lose it.

[He rests his hands on Felid's shoulders, not willing to reciprocate just yet. That feels too gross. He knows he'll end up doing it once he gets worked up, but he tries to hold off as long as he can.]

You could just let me be nice to you. You're so resistant even to me pampering you.

Because it's disgusting.

You enjoy it when you give in.

And then I have to go dry heave for an hour.

Maybe you should stop resisting so hard. It's bad for your health.

You want me, admit it.

I know I do. Because you fucked up my mind. And I still hate you just as much as always.

So touchy. It happened, and here we are. Make the best of it.

I'm not going to accept it just because it's already happened. People fall out of love.

So you're holding out to force yourself to stop having feelings for me?