The question doesn't really surprise me. It was inevitable, really. I roll
to the side, stretching out alongside him and placing my hand on his
stomach as I use the other to prop up my head so that I can look at him.
"There was just one guy," I tell him, swallowing hard. And then I continue,
because I feel like I should. Bittle deserves the whole story. "It was
Kent, back when we were in the Q."
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Date: 2016-10-24 10:51 pm (UTC)The question doesn't really surprise me. It was inevitable, really. I roll to the side, stretching out alongside him and placing my hand on his stomach as I use the other to prop up my head so that I can look at him.
"There was just one guy," I tell him, swallowing hard. And then I continue, because I feel like I should. Bittle deserves the whole story. "It was Kent, back when we were in the Q."