Is this friendship? Are they friends? Is that what it is now, when it was always more complex than that?
Maybe there is nothing else to be but complex, given how they stared. Given the sudden urge in Louis to slide his fingers down beneath Daniel's jaw and reassure himself that the marks his teeth left on Daniel's throat are still just as he recalls.
And Daniel is still waiting for an answer while Louis thinks this, looking into his eyes that are no longer blue but still familiar.
"Do I seem like I need one?"
Needing and wanting are different things, Louis knows. It is difficult for him to consider the latter. Of wanting, and indulging that want.
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Is this friendship? Are they friends? Is that what it is now, when it was always more complex than that?
Maybe there is nothing else to be but complex, given how they stared. Given the sudden urge in Louis to slide his fingers down beneath Daniel's jaw and reassure himself that the marks his teeth left on Daniel's throat are still just as he recalls.
And Daniel is still waiting for an answer while Louis thinks this, looking into his eyes that are no longer blue but still familiar.
"Do I seem like I need one?"
Needing and wanting are different things, Louis knows. It is difficult for him to consider the latter. Of wanting, and indulging that want.