(( Maybe it's brutal and unfiltered, but... There's something refreshing about it, too. How can he feel any other way about complete transparent honesty when every aspect of his public life (his life outside of this apartment, at the moment) is predicated on a lie?
It does, however, prompt a question. One Siwan considers while he finally shoves a delicate bite of food into his mouth. And once it's dealt with... ))
Would we even be talking now if I hadn't stopped you in the bathroom?
(( There's a slight hitch in his voice before the last word. Because the very memory it burns so brightly in his mind he can still feel Seb's body against his, taste his lips... ))
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It does, however, prompt a question. One Siwan considers while he finally shoves a delicate bite of food into his mouth. And once it's dealt with... ))
Would we even be talking now if I hadn't stopped you in the bathroom?
(( There's a slight hitch in his voice before the last word. Because the very memory it burns so brightly in his mind he can still feel Seb's body against his, taste his lips... ))