So did I. [No humour now - he's almost solemn.] And I still can.
[Not do - he doesn't count what's happened since Petre came back anymore. It was thrilling, heady, but it wasn't real. While Petre is finding familiarity, John's rediscovering the reality that felt so surreal to him as it was happening. The thing he wanted selfishly, then wanted desperately, then genuinely, and finally wanted to cultivate and nurture in any way possible.
Love. Yeah. That's what it was. Petre's already faced it in his mind, because it wouldn't scare him, but it's just dawning on John that they could've been in love. And very much were.]
I love you. [His voice is quiet, almost inaudible, but he's said it. And he pulls Petre right against him then, shaking with relief that he's got Petre back. Broken, yes, but he expected that ages ago. Not what he got. He can handle this.] I love you, alright? We can do this.
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[Not do - he doesn't count what's happened since Petre came back anymore. It was thrilling, heady, but it wasn't real. While Petre is finding familiarity, John's rediscovering the reality that felt so surreal to him as it was happening. The thing he wanted selfishly, then wanted desperately, then genuinely, and finally wanted to cultivate and nurture in any way possible.
Love. Yeah. That's what it was. Petre's already faced it in his mind, because it wouldn't scare him, but it's just dawning on John that they could've been in love. And very much were.]
I love you. [His voice is quiet, almost inaudible, but he's said it. And he pulls Petre right against him then, shaking with relief that he's got Petre back. Broken, yes, but he expected that ages ago. Not what he got. He can handle this.] I love you, alright? We can do this.