[An apology? His stomach twists at the thought. He is sorry, or at least rueful, bitter over how things had gone, wishing that he hadn't had to do what he'd done, but . . . what? Does Adrian want him to get on his knees and kiss his feet, desperately begging for forgiveness?
I'm sorry. Two words, and yet his lips tighten.]
I'm not asking you to, all right? Not right away. But you asked me what I wanted, and that's it: you. I--
[God.]
I've missed you. All of you. And yeah, I did a real shitty thing, I know I did, but--
[Why is this so hard? He glances away sharply, one hand running over his mouth.]
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[An apology? His stomach twists at the thought. He is sorry, or at least rueful, bitter over how things had gone, wishing that he hadn't had to do what he'd done, but . . . what? Does Adrian want him to get on his knees and kiss his feet, desperately begging for forgiveness?
I'm sorry. Two words, and yet his lips tighten.]
I'm not asking you to, all right? Not right away. But you asked me what I wanted, and that's it: you. I--
[God.]
I've missed you. All of you. And yeah, I did a real shitty thing, I know I did, but--
[Why is this so hard? He glances away sharply, one hand running over his mouth.]
I just . . . wanted to talk to you. Honestly.