["But it's true". He wants to say. "You're better than me."]
[He doesn't say it at all. Ah, how did he get so malleable to the emotions of others? Daan looks at him this way, kisses him this way, and he can't even begin to unroll his spiel of why, exactly, this shouldn't work, why Daan should find someone else.]
[...Maybe that's simply what he'll do. He won't break Daan's heart. But when the time comes, he'll push him aside to save him, and descend into hell.]
[That's where he's going to go. He'll make sure the good doctor won't be pulled in with him.]
Okay. I won't. [He returns the kiss, smiling briefly.] Just stop stealing the words from my mouth, alright?
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["But it's true". He wants to say. "You're better than me."]
[He doesn't say it at all. Ah, how did he get so malleable to the emotions of others? Daan looks at him this way, kisses him this way, and he can't even begin to unroll his spiel of why, exactly, this shouldn't work, why Daan should find someone else.]
[...Maybe that's simply what he'll do. He won't break Daan's heart. But when the time comes, he'll push him aside to save him, and descend into hell.]
[That's where he's going to go. He'll make sure the good doctor won't be pulled in with him.]
Okay. I won't. [He returns the kiss, smiling briefly.] Just stop stealing the words from my mouth, alright?