And for once he's not lost for an answer, for a question like that. He doesn't even wait a beat, doesn't give himself time to overthink it.
"I wanted to prove it to you," he says quietly. "I wanted it to be... more than just something else I fucking said." An anchorpoint. Something for them both to hold onto, until there's something built up in its place.
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"I wanted to prove it to you," he says quietly. "I wanted it to be... more than just something else I fucking said." An anchorpoint. Something for them both to hold onto, until there's something built up in its place.