I'm pretty sure you didn't come here to try to give me relationship advice.
[It's sharp, would be snapped if he'd said it aloud- but that's all to cover up the doubt. Ryan still remembers the last time he went over to their dorm room, making out on John's bed, bits of conversation in-between.
You're not gonna hurt me. John's voice, answered by Ryan's-
I don't want to hurt you. I won't.
And the part of the memory that sparked up that doubt: don't, this is so fucking perfect, Ryan, don't ruin it now-
All of that comes out far more coherently than he'd be comfortable with if he knew, but he's not really thinking about that.]
If this is all you wanted to talk about, I think we're done.
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[It's sharp, would be snapped if he'd said it aloud- but that's all to cover up the doubt. Ryan still remembers the last time he went over to their dorm room, making out on John's bed, bits of conversation in-between.
You're not gonna hurt me. John's voice, answered by Ryan's-
I don't want to hurt you. I won't.
And the part of the memory that sparked up that doubt: don't, this is so fucking perfect, Ryan, don't ruin it now-
All of that comes out far more coherently than he'd be comfortable with if he knew, but he's not really thinking about that.]
If this is all you wanted to talk about, I think we're done.