He shakes his head, sets his drink down untouched, leans across the short distance between them, and kisses Obie on the lips. Because sometimes words do not suffice.
(It's getting easier every time.)
"There's different kinds of first," he murmurs, and—suddenly aware of the context—pulls back a little. "I don't mean—I mean, I'll believe you're lying before I'll believe he is, because I know you lie sometimes and he never does. But I don't... you've been there for me all my life. That's something nobody else has."
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He shakes his head, sets his drink down untouched, leans across the short distance between them, and kisses Obie on the lips. Because sometimes words do not suffice.
(It's getting easier every time.)
"There's different kinds of first," he murmurs, and—suddenly aware of the context—pulls back a little. "I don't mean—I mean, I'll believe you're lying before I'll believe he is, because I know you lie sometimes and he never does. But I don't... you've been there for me all my life. That's something nobody else has."