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| onyx | Jun 23 2010, 09:33 AM Post #316 |
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The climb down was decided a lot easier going then the climb up had been, but Sal doubted he would have minded another challenging walk considering Thomas hadn’t yet revoked his hand. He followed after the brunet, led by the hand, perfectly content to trail along like a smitten puppy, tail wagging all the way. It truly was the most ridiculous thing he’d ever experienced in his entire life, but it felt too wonderful to scoff off and turn away from. Once outside again, Sal took a moment to stretch a little while Thomas spoke. He sighed, murmuring thoughtfully as he lifted his arms and arched his back, popping the spine and dragging Thomas’ arm up with his. He quirked a pleasant look at the other man, letting his arms drop. “Well…” he mused, “a ride back on the ferry to the main land and then… we could go take a walk around Central Park. Something like that. Could be fun, right?” |
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| passionflower | Jun 23 2010, 05:58 PM Post #317 |
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Thomas watched and felt the rise of his hand as Sal stretched. He smiled a little. He felt better... a bit more relaxed and at ease. Their hands lowered, and fingers were still clasped. He listened to Sal's idea, and it brightened his eyes. "Sure. I like that idea." Thomas spared the other a warm smile. Relaxing and they could go at their own pace around the park. Enjoy the sights... Maybe... talk a little. He glanced toward the ferry station, and then began gently tugging Sal over toward it so they could get in line for the nest vessel. "Let's grab something to nibble on too while we're wandering," he added with a bemused little look on his face. He glanced about at the tourists and the small island, though it wasn't long before he was tugging out their round trip ferry tickets and getting onto the next boat that arrived. Leading Sal out to one of the railings, Thomas gladly looked over the water. He leaned on the railing. When they did get back to the mainland, Thomas looked up at the tall buildings. "... Now... way to central park... hm..." he tapped his chin with his free hand. Next thing Sal knew, his ever prepared companion was leading them down to the nearest subway station and finding out which station they had to head to. They soon were on the train, in a seat, and hand in hand. As they sat there, Thomas looked down to their linked hands. His familiar gold ring was still on his finger. His gaze softened as he looked over Sal's fingers, woven with his own. They felt different than Paul's hands. A tad rougher around the edges. But it was to be understood, since Sal worked with his hands more than Paul did. He hardly minded either. It was... kind of nice actually. Another part of Sal that made him unique from Paul. It helped remind him he was here with Sal... and not the other man's brother. |
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| onyx | Jun 23 2010, 11:10 PM Post #318 |
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Sal nodded and rubbed his free hand over his stomach when Thomas mentioned that they should find something to eat when they got to the park. A hot dog or something sounded really good to him right about then, actually. He followed onto the ferry and off again once they’d pulled back up to the mainland. The entire ride had been comfortable, pleasant and relaxing… Sal breathed easy as he held Thomas’ hand, leaning on the boat’s railing and watching the water lap at the sides. Continuing his love-struck-puppy impression, Sal let Thomas drag him around freely. He stepped into the train after the brunet, asking no questions, content to let Thomas decided where they needed to be and how to get where they need to go. He sat beside the Brit and relaxed, leaning his head back and momentarily letting his eyes drop closed. He felt Thomas’ eyes on their hands, but didn’t bring it up… after all, he liked it. He wasn’t about to draw more attention to the fact they hadn’t unlinked their hands since the climb up Lady Liberty and risk making the brunet uncomfortable enough to separate them. He gave the man beside him’s hand a little squeeze, tilting his head and letting it roll, opening his eyes to look over at Thomas. He smiled a little at the other man, noting that he was in fact looking at their hands, but he still didn’t mention it. He didn’t say anything, simply looked at the brunet beside him as the train chugged along and smiled softly at him, content to just look and soak in the other’s presence. Still so weird for him… to be so satisfied just sitting beside someone. Ridiculous, really. He really had it bad… so, so bad. How, he had no idea. But it was real and true and he felt it. Somehow, the brunet, proper Englishman had wormed his way under his skin and into his heart – a place he’d never believed anyone could get to. Had never wanted anyone to get to. When they reach their stop, Sal let Thomas lead hi off the train, but ended up jogging ahead a bit and pulling the brunet along with him up to street level. He could see the park now and shot a grin over at Thomas. “I don’t know about you, sweetheart,” he grinned, “but I’ liking’ the idea of getting’ a hotdog.” |
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| passionflower | Jun 23 2010, 11:58 PM Post #319 |
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Thomas rose as their train got to the appropriate stop. Though his eyes widened a hair as Sal took the lead and jogged them on up to the ground level. Already Central Park was in view. All they had to do was cross the street. He saw the grin being passed over at him and he let out a little chuckle. And there was that name again. Sweetheart. At the sound of being called that, Thomas felt an old familiar flutter in his chest. He smiled a bit. "... A hotdog huh?" he murmured. He noted a couple vendors on down the street a ways. "You're probably going to think this is an abomination, but I've never had a hotdog," he mused softly. Couldn't exactly say he'd gotten used to eating the weird concoction of mystery meat that was the American hot dog. Sausage he could handle. But he'd always been a bit iffy about hotdogs. None the less, he and Sal headed over to the hot dog vendor. He glanced to the man, before looking over the various condiments and prices of the dogs. He glanced to Sal then. "So um... what's the best topping to get on a hotdog?" he asked curiously. The vendor quirked a brow as he looked at the two men, but didn't say anything. Private conversation after all. Though he did clear his throat to get their attention shortly. "You guys wantin' some hotdawgs?" he asked, New York accent thick. |
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| onyx | Jun 24 2010, 12:18 AM Post #320 |
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Sal shook his head at the brunet as he crossed over towards a hotdog vendor with him. “Never had a hotdog before… You’re lucky you got me with you then and, you’re in for a real treat. And probably some wicked indigestion later tonight,” he chuckled, winking as they came up to a vendor. When the very New York vendor called for their attention, Sal nodded and held up two fingers on his free hand. He never even spared a thought to how they came across to the hotdog man, what with their hands linked together as they approached. “Yah, give us two.” He then lent sideways towards Thomas, shoulder nudging the brunets. “Just mustard’s my way of takin’ a dog. Probably your best bet too, since you’ve never had one before.” Sal instructed the vendor to fix up their hotdogs and soon they were each passed a mustard slathered dog in steaming buns – a simple napkin the only buffer between their pals and the bread. The blond paid for their food, thanking and tipping the vendor before turning his back on the man and his stand. The link between his and Thomas’ hands had to drop now that food was involved and Sal let go, albeit reluctantly. He jutted his head out into the park, leading the way a bit from the hotdog stand before stopping and turning to face Thomas. “Go on,” he encouraged the brunet as he watched him with a rather gleeful look in his blue eyes. “Try it.” He waited to take a bite, wanting to watch Thomas’ reaction to his first bite before plowing into his own. |
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| passionflower | Jun 24 2010, 01:13 AM Post #321 |
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Mustard... okay, he could handle mustard. Thomas gave a nod as Sal gave his suggestion. He then blinked twice as his own yellow mustard covered dog was placed in his hand. He took it. The link between their hands finally broke... for the time being. But Thomas wasn't too upset. It wasn't like they were parting ways or anything. Just had to use both hands to eat. He looked at the dog quizzically a moment or two. The smell was pretty pungent, though not unpleasant. His green eyes flicked up to Sal as the blond insisted he take a bite first. Idly he swiped his tongue over his lips, then tentatively opened his mouth. He took a small bite of the bun and meat with tangy mustard atop. He chewed then, as the robust and savory flavors burst over his palette. He swallowed shortly, then let out a bemused little sound. "Not bad," he mused. He took another bite. "... Though I think I prefer your pizza over hotdogs," he spared him a grin of his own after swallowing his second bite. Satisfied with the food in hand, the two of them headed for the lush park across the street. Thomas went about eating his hot dog slowly, as his gaze drank in the trees and green grass. They soon found one of the typically walked paths, and were walking along casually. The pace was relaxed and laid back. They had no where to go. No where to be. Just there, with one another... enjoying each other's company. Thomas was on the last few bites of his dog. He licked a bit of mustard from the corner of his mouth. His eyes went back to Sal. "... So... why do you think it is you're so adverse to ... long term relationships?" he asked softly. Not trying to be judgmental. Just curious. |
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| onyx | Jun 24 2010, 02:52 PM Post #322 |
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Sal grinned as he watched Thomas take his first bite. He chomped into his own as well after, enjoying the hot, juicy street food. As they crossed into the park and began leisurely following a path, Sal enjoyed his food along with Thomas – occasionally licking mustard from his lips. He had expected some talking between them, but he honestly hadn’t at all expected the question he was ultimately asked. Sal hesitated slightly in his walking, pausing mid-bite through his hotdog to turn his head and stare at the brunet beside him with clearly taken by surprise, wide blue eyes. He blinked, chewing his mouthful and righting his head forward as he considered the question… he noticed the purely curious nature of it, but even so, he felt an inkling of discomfort over it. As well as uncertainty. “Never really thought about it…” he answered honestly. He frowned a little, “Or… well, maybe I have. Sorta. Not for a long time though.” He took a moment to gather his thoughts, obviously taking the question seriously. “I told you how my pop was pretty obsessed with the pizzeria, right? Well, he was, but that didn’t mean he loved it. He loved my mom. He wasn’t too good at showing all the time, but he really, really did. And I guess I always just figured if a man loves someone as much as my pop loved my mom can’t keep a relationship going, how the hell am I supposed to?” He shrugged, glancing sidelong at Thomas. “ ‘sides… I’ve never been in love. No use making something long term if the feelings aren’t gonna last long term. And it’s just easier in a lot of ways not to bother… and it’s been in my experience that relationships don’t tend to last, no matter how long term they appear.” He shrugged again, “Just never been something I was interested in before.” A part of him acknowledged that fear was another aspect of it. At a young age, his mom had skipped out on them. Left them. It clearly had left a mark on Sal, more so than Paul, even if it was mostly on a subconscious level. |
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| passionflower | Jun 24 2010, 03:18 PM Post #323 |
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Thomas watched the startled expression take over Sal's face. Okay so maybe he should have started up their conversation with something a bit more casual, in hindsight. But the question had already been tossed out there. No use taking it back now. Thomas paused in his eating as he quietly listened to all Sal had to say on the matter. Seemed like a mix of reasons. Sal felt he had no luck, since even though his own father had loved his mother, he'd still lost her. His mother leaving in and of itself was another. And he'd never ... experienced love. So why make something long term when you didn't love them. Thomas supposed it made sense. His green eyes softened, as they flicked back to the hot dog in his hand. "My guess is there was more than just a question of love that ended up driving your mother off. Everyone is different, and just because your father wasn't successful in keeping a relationship doesn't mean you couldn't... if you tried," he gave a little nod. He looked up a bit, at the leaves and branches over head as his gaze saddened a bit. Though a little smile lifted to his lips none the less. "... For various reasons, my relationship with your brother also ended. But that doesn't mean I'm gonna throw in the towel." he let out a little sigh. "... But you are right. It's... it's not worth it, trying to make something long term if you don't feel love for the other person. So... as long as you're not hurting other people, leading them on or anything... then you're doing nothing wrong," he admitted. Although he found the behavior a bit distasteful, if two consenting adults were both fine with a no strings attached night of sex, then what was the harm? And who was he to judge? Thomas cleared his throat then... searching for the next topic of conversation. Maybe something that was less of a downer might be nice. He looked at his mostly eaten hot dog, as if it would have the answer. But of course when he did not get one, his brows furrowed, and in a peculiar act of oddity he stuffed the last bite of bun and dog into his mouth, then chewed and swallowed. The napkin was then balled up and tossed into the nearest trashcan that they passed. |
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| onyx | Jun 24 2010, 05:57 PM Post #324 |
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“Yeah, I guess.” Sal conceded, observing his own nearly finished hotdog thoughtfully. He huffed a little laugh, the humor in it questionable, but passable, “Don’t know of anyone who’d honestly want to try with me though. A lot of the people I’m with… they’re the same as me. Got the same outlook and stuff.” Of course, that wasn’t entirely true. Andy, for example, might have been outside his usual fair. The kid had seemed genuinely interested in him, at least in a way. He’d made it rather clear after all that he’d wanted to see him again. Maybe something would have become of that, the chance right in front of Sal’s face, it he hadn’t abused it and tossed it away. Wronged it. But then again… thinking about it only reminded Sal of why he’d done what he’d done to begin with – he’d been imaging Thomas the entire time. Sal swallowed a little thickly, stomach clenching and turning strangely. He finished his hotdog, chewing slowly, the abrupt movement of Thomas stuffing the rest of his food in his mouth catching his attention as he chewed. He stared at the brunet a moment, surprised by the uncharacteristic, reckless nature of the action. He chuckled then, swallowing his mouthful and shaking his head at the other man, blue eyes squinting with his amusement. “Don’t choke, sweetheart.” The blond lifted a hand, his other tossing his napkin into the trash, and patted Thomas’ back. His hand lingered at the man’s shoulder after, Sal still chuckling. |
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| passionflower | Jun 24 2010, 11:07 PM Post #325 |
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Thomas glanced sidelong to Sal as he swallowed the last of his dog. He then felt the warm hand of Sal on his shoulder. He felt his body temperature rise a few degrees. He didn't shrug the hand off. In fact, if anything, the Brit took a step closer to the blond as they walked through the large park. He glanced down to the pathway they were treading and idly watched their feet: Sal's rough but comfy sneakers and his own more refined pair of shoes. As the old adder went, you can tell a lot about a man by his shoes. "... Sounds like a bit of a vicious cycle," Thomas murmured. So Sal typically found like minded individuals, when it came to bed partners. He supposed it made sense. He slid one of his free hands into his side pocket. His other was about to loop around Sal's middle. But he stopped. The startled brunet blinked twice, then glanced up to Sal apologetically. He said nothing though, and quickly slid his other hand into his pocket. He licked his lips almost nervously. Such a natural inclination he just did. If this had been Paul, he could have just easily linked his arm about his middle and continued their little journey through the park. But this was not Paul. This was his brother Sal. Quickly attempting to turn the center attention away from his peculiar flub up and onto something more light hearted, Thomas forced a smile and cleared his throat. "So would you end up naming one of your kids Salvatore the Third? ... Continue on your dad's name? Or would you avoid doing that?" Thomas blurted that out. He knew Sal had mentioned an interest in having a kid or two. So... that seemed like an okay topic to traverse. Thomas smiled a bit more honestly then, as one of his own peculiar memories came into being. "I was almost named after my mother. My name would have been Tabitha if I'd been born a woman," he chuckled more. Him, a Tabitha... He was quite attached to his name of Thomas. Though 'sweetheart' was growing on him. |
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| onyx | Jun 25 2010, 08:00 AM Post #326 |
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Sal saw the almost looping of an arm around his middle. To be honest, he’d stopped breathing for a moment as he awaited the feel of the brunet’s firm arm around him… when it never happened, he was only just barely able to contain his disappointment. Thomas was doing his damndest to pretend it’d never happened though, so Sal refrained from saying anything about it. Even though he really wanted to pull the arm around him and assure the brunet it was more than fine, desired actually. But no… he couldn’t do that. After all, it’d probably just been confusion on Thomas’ part. The Brit had more than likely forgotten it wasn’t Paul walking beside him… The brunet’s smile when he began speaking again was clearly more forced than natural and Sal hated it immediately. He kept the frown off his face though and gave his head a little tilt, humming thoughtfully as he considered the question. “Maybe,” he shrugged. “Always thought it was a good name… strong, you know. I like it, at least. But naw,” he shook his head. “I always kinda liked the name Jack. Jackson, you know? I think if I ever had a son, I’d call him Jack.” Strange perhaps that a man so in tune and enraptured with his heritage would bypass a deeply Italian name for possibly future children, but Sal was nothing if not a bit strange here and there. A smile cracked his face when Thomas mentioned his mother and would be name. “Tabitha… ‘s nice. Gotta agree with you though: I like Thomas too,” he glanced sidelong at the brunet, aware of the double meaning in his words though he didn’t know if Thomas would catch onto it too. He wasn’t entirely sure if he even wanted Thomas to get it or not… “How about siblings?” Sal asked as he looked away, “You have any brothers? Sisters?” |
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| passionflower | Jun 25 2010, 06:04 PM Post #327 |
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Thomas was a bit surprised to hear Sal would go with such a non-Italian name for his son. Jackson or Jack. Though in the same vein, he wasn't so surprised Sal would go for such a name. He smiled a little at that. "... Maybe you could drop in Salvatore as his middle name," he mused softly. "Jackson Salvatore Durante," he chuckled. I like Thomas too. The brunet glanced up to Sal after he said those words. His mouth curled up into a faint smile, though a pleasant warmth pooled in his belly at the sound of those words. He just meant his name though, right? ... As the topic of conversation changed over to siblings, the brunet gave a nod. "A sister actually. She's older than me. Emily is her name. Though she's back home, in England," he mused. He looked out over the surrounding park land. A few people were scattered here and there, also enjoying themselves. "... She's been worrying about me since the accident. Though she tends to call at some of the worst hours," he chuckled. "Forgets the time difference and all..." he gave a nod. "... Paul was your only brother and only sibling, yeah?" he murmured. He looked up at Sal, but smiled hesitantly. "I guess your cousin is pretty close with you though?" he murmured. Italians were big on family, so of course they would be. |
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| onyx | Jun 28 2010, 09:46 PM Post #328 |
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“Emily, huh?” Sal turned a little smile to the brunet. His hand came and settled on Thomas’ shoulder again, arm crossing the man’s back and fingers curling, the action so natural feeling he didn’t think twice about it. “Bet she’s a looker,” he smirked, glancing out of the corner of his eye at Thomas. “At least if you’re anything to go by, I bet she is.” He didn’t realize what he’d said until after he’d said it, and by then it was too late to revise it. He licked his lips, turning his eyes forwards again, but didn’t bring attention to the fact he’d pretty much just confessed to Thomas that he thought the man was ‘a looker’. Attractive. He didn’t remove his hand from the brunet’s shoulder either. Clearing his throat pointedly and trying not to make a big deal out of the slip, even though he was bouncing off the walls inside, Sal immediately jumped to a new topic. He nodded, chewing on his bottom lip unconsciously. “Yah, yah Paul was my only brother. It was just him and me.” He gave the back of his head a scratch with his free hand, “But Cecelia… she’s just a cousin, but she might as well be a little sister. Paul, pop and me lived with her and uncle Jimmy for years. I’ve been around her since the day she was born.” He spared a little grin over at Thomas, “She’s a pistol. Guess a lot of that’s my fault though, or at least that’s what uncle Jimmy tells me. She’s a good kid though… ended up beautiful as hell.” He chuckled, “She was an awkward lookin’ goose as a kid. Grew into it though.” He nodded to himself, ignoring the niggling little voice in the back of his head that kept whispering horrible little thoughts to him. Like that with Paul now gone, Cecelia was all he had in way of a sibling… and she wasn’t really a sibling. His thumb unconsciously brushed against the junction of shoulder and neck, smoothing the collar of Thomas’ shirt and grazing warm skin as he looked back over at the other man. “How ‘bout you and Emily? You guys sound close…” He tipped his head to one side, thoughtful and curious. “She been tryin’ to get you to go home to England since the accident?” He thought it was likely. A small frown touched his brow, curiosity rising, “Why haven’t you? I feel like getting out of the places that’d remind me… you know, if I’d loved someone and they were gone. I’d want to get out, fast. Yah, I’d leave.” He nodded, trying to imagine what it’d feel like if Paul hadn’t been a brother and a lover instead. A lover who meant the world to him. |
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| passionflower | Jun 28 2010, 10:19 PM Post #329 |
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Thomas noted the fact Sal's hand was still on his shoulder, warm and firm. It felt good... He'd be lying if he said it didn't. He felt secure and content in that semi-embrace and under that strong arm. Perhaps a little too secure... A hint of a smile tweaked Thomas' lips as Sal informed him that his sister must be a looker if Thomas was anything to go by. Bemused green eyed flicked up to glance at Sal's face. Although he said nothing, the look on his face read 'did you just say that?'. He wasn't annoyed. If anything the little underhanded compliment had brought a content fuzzy sensation to the pit of his stomach. "She is quite pretty. Got more of our father in her, though it came out well despite her being a woman." He mused softly. "Then mother and I share a lot of our characteristics. Funny how genetics work," he smiled a little. So he'd been right. Paul was his only sibling. Though he was right, him and his cousin were still pretty close. Lived together and everything. Apparently sharp as a whip too, or so Sal informed. That brought another smile to Thomas' face. "Sounds like she'll be quite fun to meet. Her and your Uncle Jimmy," Thomas grinned a little. Though as the conversation moved from family to where he was living, Thomas' smile faltered a bit. He glanced off, and gave a soft shrug. "It makes sense, what you're saying. But it's... not an option for me. Sure, I could run home to England. I probably will... for a while anyways. But even if I did that, I still have to go back. Still have to finish up my last terms at Hopkins. Paul wouldn't want me to throw all our hard work away just because his presence still lingers there for me." Thomas explained quietly. "Which I suppose why I'm here. I have to learn to live with reminders of Paul. I was trying the ignore and forget approach, but it... wasn't working for me," he smiled sadly. He shook his head then. "I'll be alright. We'll both manage, one way or another," he added. He licked his lips nervously then, as he looked up at Paul's... no Sal's face. In some way's Sal was one of those biggest reminders. He saw Paul's face whenever he looked up at Sal... |
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| onyx | Jun 28 2010, 10:45 PM Post #330 |
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Sal nodded slowly as he listened, understanding as Thomas spoke. He watched the brunet more than he watched the direction they were going or anything else, studying him and the way his face carried his emotions. Emotions, not expressions. Because Thomas truly felt every emotion, showed it, experienced it in every way possible and wore it without restriction. Sal really liked that about the brunet. He didn’t like lies or head games and Thomas wasn’t like that, couldn’t be, not when his intentions were so easily read. He did, however, bring up an issue that reminded Sal of the tense morning. Of the momentous, amazing evening that had crumbled into disappointment and hurtful realization. Reminders of Paul… Sal knew he was one of those reminders. Was THE reminder, actually, if he honestly thought about it. Thomas saw Paul when he looked at him. Thomas had kissed Paul, touched Paul, loved Paul, last night. It’d been Paul, not Sal. Salvatore wasn’t a blip on Thomas Hayward’s radar. It was all Paul. Hesitate and certain he shouldn’t bring it up, Sal opened his mouth anyway. “What’s it like? How does it, you know… feel, when you look at me?” He swallowed, frowning – more at himself – as he turned his eyes down to the sidewalk under their feet. “You see him, right? You forget I’m not Paul sometimes, don’t you? What’s that like?” |
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