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[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?

I'll stop having feelings for you no matter what. You're repulsive. It's just a matter of waiting for myself to get back to normal.

Glen, darling, you're so stubborn.

So are you. If you want to fuck that's fine, but I'm not going to accept loving you.

I like you loving me. It makes me happy to have someone at my side like you. It's... new.

I don't want you to be happy. I want you to die suffering.

I know. Honestly Glen. I'm not exactly surrounded by friends either. We're both essential alone here, can't we enjoy each other's company?

Maybe you'd have more friends if you weren't the type to piss off everyone around you. Do your fellow socialites know who I am? Do you think they'll believe my allegiance is anywhere but with my own people?