[ Come on then, you big baby. Just follow that breadcrumb trail of chicken sandwiches and the smell of your own tears, there’s a good boy. Gosh, it feels like he’s trying to drag a scared cat out from under the bed rather than his stupid drunk boyfriend who he’d still want to cover in kisses just to wash all that sadness away and gosh just stand the hell up so he can hug you already. Idiot. ]
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