[That keeps him from answering for several moments, clearly distracted by those thoughts-- he remembers it well enough himself, and having the memories pushed back into the front of his mind leaves him getting a bit lost in them at first, lip catching between his teeth as he sucks in a shaky breath.
It was good, really fucking good, and that's exactly the problem. That's not what he wants to think about right now, he can't afford the distraction--]
It's... it's not like that.
[His answer comes late, gaze still on anything in the room except Petre.]
no subject
It was good, really fucking good, and that's exactly the problem. That's not what he wants to think about right now, he can't afford the distraction--]
It's... it's not like that.
[His answer comes late, gaze still on anything in the room except Petre.]
Not love. Just- more than screwing around.