Yeah, but . I'd wanted to play with all that fragile loose skin, but it was already pressed tight around him. Malcolm had brought over most of those hundreds, personally. I expected him to throw him around like he had the others, but he didn't.
Banging on the door at dawn just got discouraging. I knelt alone on the floor, touching no one and nothing, but I could feel them. I hadn't asked, and I'd been so busy trying not to be tied to another man through some weird metaphysical shit, that I hadn't noticed that Damian's life sucked. He wasn't wet, but he was wearing a towel.
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