"Yeah, take me back to yours," Daniel answers, enjoying the idea of it, something slotting into place in that shadowed part of his mind, where the memories used to live.
To his credit, or so he thinks, he doesn't slow or stumble when Armand confirms the very reason he'd stopped things on the beach. His grip tightens, protective toward-- well, all of them. Rashid, who he'd lusted for, Armand, who he loves, and Amadeo.
"Do you want to cut them away from yourself?" And if he could, why hadn't he? "I get that Rashid is more of a game. I didn't get the sense it was the same for Amadeo."
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Date: 2024-09-08 02:06 am (UTC)To his credit, or so he thinks, he doesn't slow or stumble when Armand confirms the very reason he'd stopped things on the beach. His grip tightens, protective toward-- well, all of them. Rashid, who he'd lusted for, Armand, who he loves, and Amadeo.
"Do you want to cut them away from yourself?" And if he could, why hadn't he? "I get that Rashid is more of a game. I didn't get the sense it was the same for Amadeo."