"I hate poetry," Elijah murmurs, his chin still hooked over Rhys' shoulder
so he doesn't have to look him in the eye. "I know that I would struggle
to be...without you. At this point. And I expected to begrudge this new
arrangement much more than I actually have, however that might be
interpreted."
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Date: 2019-12-13 04:23 pm (UTC)"I hate poetry," Elijah murmurs, his chin still hooked over Rhys' shoulder so he doesn't have to look him in the eye. "I know that I would struggle to be...without you. At this point. And I expected to begrudge this new arrangement much more than I actually have, however that might be interpreted."