Staring at each other across a penthouse sitting room. Across a dining table. Combative, with an audience. Quiet, while everyone else was asleep. Daniel made jokes about it to himself, and maybe they were observed in his head, when it was still accessible, maybe they weren't.
Or?
Never thought any of it was serious. But then, this might not be either. The kiss is like an accident that Armand plays it cool about. Daniel tips his head back to give him access to where blood has slipped. Or was it not an accident. Is it not. Is it, instead, something like a thief in the night. Will Daniel even notice, dizzy as he is from pain and blood.
"You don't have to be afraid of stupid decisions here," Daniel tells him. Can't say why he tells him this. Also can't say why both hands are still there, still touching. "With me, I mean. We know the fucking worst of each other already."
What's the worst that could happen? Are they going to hate each other some more? Don't, he tells himself, but there's always this thing in him. This horrible black hole. He wants to know.
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Or?
Never thought any of it was serious. But then, this might not be either. The kiss is like an accident that Armand plays it cool about. Daniel tips his head back to give him access to where blood has slipped. Or was it not an accident. Is it not. Is it, instead, something like a thief in the night. Will Daniel even notice, dizzy as he is from pain and blood.
"You don't have to be afraid of stupid decisions here," Daniel tells him. Can't say why he tells him this. Also can't say why both hands are still there, still touching. "With me, I mean. We know the fucking worst of each other already."
What's the worst that could happen? Are they going to hate each other some more? Don't, he tells himself, but there's always this thing in him. This horrible black hole. He wants to know.