[ To not be having this blasted conversation? He stares at the phone for what seems like an age. He wants to tell Arthur to fuck off and fuck him all at once. His own consideration hadn't mattered the first time, why does it matter now?
And why can't he just leave this alone when he knows better? That any answer, even a flippant one, is only going to make this worse?
But his fingers then seem to move of their own volition, and it's only upon reading that sent message that his heart sinks into his stomach. ]
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and fuck himall at once. His own consideration hadn't mattered the first time, why does it matter now?And why can't he just leave this alone when he knows better? That any answer, even a flippant one, is only going to make this worse?
But his fingers then seem to move of their own volition, and it's only upon reading that sent message that his heart sinks into his stomach. ]
You.
[ Well, shit. ]