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Post by Adrien Baillon on Aug 15, 2011 3:56:18 GMT -5
He shut his eyes and shivered at the kiss. His grip on the card was so faint he hardly thought he could keep holding it.
Was that all he'd come for? Had he planned for this? What had he been thinking?
Was this what every man in his life was going to be like until he died?
Well, no, a little voice whispered comfortingly. There's Dan Dreiberg.
It was certainly true that he'd never tried to sleep with him, and probably never would.
He looked up to Kirk mutely, and slowly nodded.
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Kirk Lazarus
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Post by Kirk Lazarus on Aug 15, 2011 15:47:16 GMT -5
Smiling softly "Please do."
Touching Adrien's chin he threw his jacket over his shoulder and exited the apartment.
He had nothing to do that day.
He needed to reflect, to try and keep himself sane.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Aug 15, 2011 18:38:59 GMT -5
Eventually, in about an hour, he'd dress, drag himself wearily away, hide the cigarettes and the business card where Adrian couldn't find them, and make himself another pot of tea. Eventually he'd be able to see that Kirk had been as out of his mind as he'd been, and that there was nothing sinister in him speaking to him as he had.
For now all he could do was sit there, barely gripping the card, cigarette burning out in his fingers, and stare ahead.
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