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[theprettiestone.livejournal.com]

Alex. Bar. Booth. Book. Tea. Add some verbs an' stuff and you might get a full sentence, whee!

The mun blames the sugar-high for the incoherent.

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[eternal-boy.livejournal.com]

And he can't help it, can't help scooping up Alex and holding him tight and not letting go and walking to the front door like a deathmarch, eyes closed, using his other senses to guide him. He opens the door and walks into his bedroom and he doesn't cry because Alex doesn't need that anymore. He does put him on the bed and he does make love to Alex until Alex falls asleep.

Then he cries. Because there's not a damn thing he can do.