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[Adam has questions- of course he does- but it ends up getting moved to something to bring up later, given the way that Kavinsky just moves on to talking about the ley line, about how he wasn't alone, how he didn't have to handle things alone. And he kisses him- and kissing Kavinsky is always an easy way to distract Adam. Not that he thinks he's doing it on purpose, but it's so easy to get swept up in the soft and tender feel of kissing his boyfriend.

And then he asks about what if thing gets complicated, and Adam quiets for a moment, trying to order his thoughts as he strokes his fingertips up against his boyfriend's chest. He loves him so much. He loves how much he cares, that he doesn't just take this for granted. Like he wants to make sure it's okay for real, that they're going to be okay. That Adam... that he really was enough for Kavinsky. It leaves him a little breathless, torn between wanting him and wanting to cuddle him.

But it's still a difficult question to answer, to work out how to say it.]

So you kiss Ronan. And he wants to get back together. And then we talk about it. You said I wont lose you, that you wouldn't replace me. And I trust you. And Ronan--

[This part felt harder to explain. Because Ronan did make him feel insecure, but he also felt.. he didn't know. It was easier to be friends with Ronan than Gansey most days. They weren't close exactly, but they weren't not close, either. Adam would be one of the first people to say that Ronan was an asshole and that Gansey needed to stop holding his hand, stop trying to tug him in the trajectory he thought he should be following. But he also was maybe one of the only people that didn't think he'd fall.]

He's an asshole, but not like that. Not like you kiss him and he wants to get back together and then he's showing up late and offering to fool around if you don't tell me about it. And I do think you'd tell him to fuck off, but if I thought he was like that- it's not something you talk through.

[He shrugs his shoulders and then he meets Kavinsky's eyes. He's struggling himself; it might seem like talking about things like this was easier for him than most of the boys. But there was a difference between easier and easy. And this was hard, because it was hard to believe that if Ronan wanted Kavinsky back that he stood a chance. But the flipside of it was that he didn't believe Ronan was that cruel.]

He's the only reason I have my driver's license, you know. He taught me to drive- in his car. I drove the BMW for my driver's test. It wasn't like my father cared, and he would have never let me take the truck, anyway. Gansey would have missed the entire fucking point and tried to buy me a goddamn car. So... I dunno, man. Ronan's an asshole, sure, no question. But he's not.. just an asshole.

[He didn't know if Kavinsky understood what he was trying to say. He didn't know if he understood the point he was trying to make. Tense and his voice tinged with that Henrietta accent as he tried to make sense of how they'd handle it if Ronan wanted Kavinsky. He didn't think that Ronan would hurt him on purpose, was what he supposed he was saying. That Adam could trust it if they talked it out, that he could trust them together.]

So if it gets complicated and he wants you back, we talk about it. We see what he wants, and-- and if that's something you want, too. We see what would work, and if that fits for everyone or not.

[It's difficult to say, to talk about Kavinsky wanting Ronan as more than just kissing, as something real. Like he'd said before, this is the stuff where he just doesn't know. He's quiet for a moment and he exhales, a little rough, a slight tremble in his body and he just clings to him, curls into him so that he can nuzzle into his shoulder. His heart pounding in his chest, and he's not upset, he just- it's a lot for him. To remind himself that he trusts Kavinsky, trusts how firm and solid his affirmation had been.]

So, uh... If you wanted to get back together with him, then we'd see if we could figure it out. But like I said before, this is the stuff-- it's hard. I don't know how much of you I could stand to lose.

[Kavinsky listened. It might not have usually been one of his strong suits, but right now his primary concern was Adam's comfort and happiness. So he listened, nodding here and there when it was appropriate. And when Adam clung to him, Kavinsky wrapped both arms around him again, gently rubbing his back, murmured-]

You're okay. We're okay.

And I would absolutely tell him to fuck off he tried to get handsy. But you're right. He's an asshole but he's not that kind of asshole.

[So Kavinsky didn't think Ronan would try to make a move, if he even still wanted Kavinsky after everything that had happened. And the bit where 'Ronan isn't just an asshole' made him want to ask Adam what he thought of Ronan, really, if he had feelings for him, but he wasn't sure if now was a good moment. They already had enough on their plates, after all.]

I'm not gonna do anything you're not okay with, you know? I just- I was curious. But I don't want you to lose any of me.

[But he also didn't know how dating Adam and Ronan would work. He'd hardly ever had a single boyfriend. He'd also probably manage to fuck it up somehow, he was sure, just like he fucked up everything else.]

You're- you make me feel safe. [He admitted.] I'm not sure I'd be able to talk about this stuff, like this, with anyone else. I appreciate...I just appreciate you.

[Kavinsky laughed, a little breathless, a little dreamy just from the way Ronan touched him. It'd been so long and he'd thought Ronan would never touch him like this again.]

Yeah, we did. I asked him if he was sure, too. He said he was.

I wouldn't bullshit about this. I don't want to hurt him.

[He stepped in closer, invading Ronan's personal space until they were nearly nose to nose. He met Ronan's eyes and only looked away briefly to glance down at his mouth, his beautiful mouth, the curve of his lips.]

I definitely want to kiss you.

[It was a murmur, soft and heated, and normally it would be a promise of something more, but not this time. This time the only promise was the kiss itself, because not only did he care about Adam but he respected him, too. He wouldn't fuck around; finding out would hurt.]

I-- thank you.

[He murmured it softly, even if he sort of felt embarrassed for being so affected, for needing the comfort, the physical reassurance that they were here together, and they were okay. But he didn't pull away from Kavinsky, and it was pretty obvious that the way he rubbed his back and the murmured words helped ease the spots that had been rubbed raw by talking about all of this, how difficult it was to tell himself that he would get to keep Kavinsky, even when Ronan wanted him.]

I know. And I.. I appreciate that so much. It's just difficult to believe that if Ronan wanted you back that I'd still get to have you. But it's not that I don't trust you, because.. it's just difficult, not impossible.

[It was just still a rough thing to work through. He held onto him, nuzzling into him, shamelessly needy just to touch him, just to remind himself that Kavinsky wanted him. And this was all speculation anyway, even if Adam suspected that Ronan would work through things eventually. He rather wanted Kavinsky to know both that yes, he could kiss him if it happened to come up, but that Adam was unsure about the rest. That he couldn't promise anything, because it was hard to imagine that he could give Ronan enough without hurting himself. But they could talk about it, at least.

And god, the way that Kavinsky says that he makes him feel safe is a feeling Adam doesn't have words for. He just murmurs, holding him a little bit closer.]

You're so important to me. And I want to make you feel safe. I want you to feel like you can talk to me about anything.

[He curls up with him, touches him in a way that isn't quite chaste, but it's mostly just- being tactile is reassuring. And he wants to feel his desire, to feel wanted. Maybe it's selfish- but with Kavinsky Adam feels selfish a lot. He just also feels like he's allowed to be.]

And- I don't mean lose you in the big ways. I mean small things. Like how many days do I give him to spend with you instead of me? Do I stop going to your parties, since that used to be your thing with him? There isn't a way where it would be easy. It'll be compromise. But I want you to be happy. And if-- If you want him, I'd try to see if it could work.

I don't want to hurt him either. I-- you're gonna have to talk to me about that shit you said where I might have a chance.

[He says I don't want to hurt him maybe a bit more intently than someone might expect from Ronan, who spent a lot of his time doing his best to seem like he didn't give a fuck about anyone. Even his friends, even Kavinsky. But it was bullshit, of course, always had been. The words trail off into a brief quiet, like there's too much in that space for him to say it in words, and then he hides it in truth. He shivered a little at the way that Kavinsky invaded his personal space, and Ronan lets him, almost casual about it, when in truth his heart is racing, beating in his ribcage like a trapped animal. He can feel the way that he looks at his mouth, and he wants him like muscle memory. Like it hasn't been months.

Of course, he knows that isn't what this is. And he meant every word when he said that he wouldn't -- but it doesn't mean that he doesn't feel it, that heat doesn't simmer in his veins, that he doesn't want to push him up against a wall.

But even morals aside, Ronan doesn't want to fuck things up for them, when they look so good together. Happy. And Ronan knew how ephemeral that feeling was for boys like them. For Dreamers. He'd already hurt Kavinsky once by not being able to tell him that he cared. He wasn't going to do it again by saying it at the wrong time.

But what he was going to do, was kiss Joseph Kavinsky this once. He trusted him when he said it was okay, that he wouldn't hurt Adam. So he closes the distance between them, pressing their mouths together, his other hand going to Kavinsky's side, fisting in the fabric of his shirt and using it to pull him close. His other hand against his jaw is softer, but the way he kisses him is almost desperate -- affection and softness, but also needy, like he might devour him.

Ronan kisses him like he thinks that it might be the only chance he ever gets.

So he tries to kiss all the words he didn't say into his mouth, all the sweetness he was too scared to give him. He kisses him almost like he's trying to memorize this: the way their lips brush, how he tastes, the weight of his body against him- always lighter than he should be. He kisses him like he wants to shape it into a reflex, something that he can keep. At least in a dream.

His hand against his jaw shift so he can brush his fingertips against his cheek, just stroking soft skin and the line of his face, and it hits something in him. It's either.. too good or too much, he doesn't quite know, but he pulls back, breathless, trying to smear away the tears with the back of his fist. He coughs, trying to catch his breath, and he laughs with a shake of his head. He thinks he's ruined, all over again. But maybe he's fooling himself that he ever wasn't.]

Fuck, K-- Can we.. talk to me? Like I'm dumb.

[Ronan might have been a novice, but Kavinsky still shivered when he touched him. Normally, he could play it off cool, like he wasn't affected, but this was Ronan and Kavinsky could never not be affected by him. He was everything K wanted, everything K dreamed about, even if a lot of those dreams were sexual in nature. Not all of them were; some were simple, wholesome, even. He doubted anyone would believe him about the last part though; 'wholesome' didn't exactly seem like Kavinsky's style, after all.

They were a pair, alright, the two of them holding onto each other like this. If he wasn't sure the door was locked, he might not have allowed himself to be so soft. But no one else could see; it was just him and Ronan.

On the subject of Kavinsky's dick, well, he wasn't small, that was for sure. He wasn't huge, either. He was- a little above average. Aesthetically pleasing in a way, long enough, thick enough. And right now, though everyone assumed Kavinsky had the power in a situation, he was putty in Ronan's hands, hips shifting slightly.

The way Ronan nipped at his neck was enough to have K moaning, unashamed but mindful of the fact they were in a public space.]

Yeah. It's more than okay. It's good.

Why, cause he's up on some kind of pedestal? I care about you, a lot. And you're not- you're not like something to just be thrown away. I wouldn't do that to you. You deserve so many things in life.

[Especially someone who respected him and thought he was worth keeping forever. And Kavinsky thought he was worth it. Adam was important to him; he made K feel safe and able to be soft in ways he hadn't thought were possible with anyone.

It was the subject of having to split his time between Ronan and Adam that made Kavinsky frown as he listened. The way Adam framed it, it sounded like the situation divorced couples had where they only got to see their kid on certain days. Was that how things were supposed to work if Kavinsky was dating two people?]

Why would you have to stop going to my parties? I like it when you're there. Unless...

[Unless Adam meant it would be difficult seeing Kavinsky with Ronan. That brought up different concerns because Kavinsky didn't want to make things hard like that. He didn't want to make either of them jealous or sad or anything.]

I want you to be happy, too. So if this wouldn't work out where you could still smile all the time, I don't think I'd wanna do it.

[Maybe it wasn't an easy discussion, but at the same time- the reassurance was more than Adam would ever have asked for. He wanted to cry, and he couldn't help getting sort of misty about it, his eyes damp as Kavinsky's words that Adam wasn't something to just be thrown away slipped between his ribs. It could have been as lethal as a knife, but instead-- it was almost praise, it was Kavinsky believing in him in bigger ways than Adam was accustomed to.]

I just mean-- I figured if you were dating him you'd want time alone with him. To have space where I'm not holding on to you.

[He tries to covertly wipe at his misty eyes, but it's not really all that secret. His breath hitches a little, and he shakes his head a little bit self-consciously. It feels obvious that Kavinsky was envisioning something different; something where Adam didn't have to not be part of it. And that feels.. maybe a little bit more like something he could live with. But for right now, he knows that he can't talk that out the way that he'd want to.]

Why don't we.. we can talk about it later. I didn't really- I didn't really think about it like this. And you make me all emotional.

[It's not really a complaint, and he just presses in against him, cups his face in his hands as he leans against his chest. He's- well, he's sort of half-hard against Kavinsky's stomach. Which is a bit embarrassing, but no one's ever cared for him like this before. And he thinks that maybe he wasn't letting himself how much K cared because it was sort of terrifying. Because admitting how much he cared-- it was admitting that he was worth it, it was admitting that he wanted it, that this was something he didn't want to lose.]

I'm such a mess for you, K. I want- I want to smile for you always. And fuck, you care so much, in ways I never thought I'd deserve from anyone- and I want to hold you and tell you how much that means, and how much I care for you. But it also really turns me on? Just- feeling so much.

[Ronan wasn't the only one. Kavinsky kissed him like it might be the last time he ever got to do it. Maybe it was cruel, in hindsight, to kiss a boy you cared about and might not be able to date. Maybe it hurt Ronan but- but Kavinsky couldn't help it. He cared about him and Adam had said this was okay. That was the important part of it, that Adam said he could do this.

When Ronan pulled back, Kavinsky tried to chase his mouth for a moment before realizing how emotional he was. Fuck but it made K want to kiss him again, kiss away his tears, kiss him until he smiled. He refrained though, no matter how much he wanted to.

Sucking in a breath, he nodded.]

Yeah, okay. That part's easy.

[He was teasing but it was fond and not meant to be cruel.]

Adam said I could kiss you. He said we could talk about it if I- if you wanted me back.

[He watched Ronan for a moment after he said that. Kavinsky was sharp and not just in dangerous ways. He'd picked up on how intent Ronan had been a few moments ago. He was especially serious about not hurting Adam. And there was more to it than that. Adam had told K he'd driven Ronan's car for his driver's exam.

Gently, he added.]

So, how do you feel about Adam?

[He listens as Kavinsky says it, tries to process the words and not just stare at his mouth- because god, he wants to kiss him again. He can't help being emotional; he always has been once you got down to it. And he cares about Kavinsky, and about Adam. And as much as he feels, like he's wrecked for this beautiful boy in front of him all over again, there's this part of him that twists with something maybe like hope- like maybe he could kiss Kavinsky and Adam Parrish.

Because it sounds like a chance, something real. He can't imagine why Adam would make that sort of offer when they were so good together. But agreeing to talk was something he could believe, and it was something that didn't feel like taking advantage of something he didn't even quite grasp. But agreeing to talk about it was hope without promising one way or another.

He flushes at the way that Kavinsky asks him how he feels about Adam. It's gentle, like he knows, or suspects at least. That he knows it isn't an easy question for him to answer. If he hadn't approached it quite so tenderly, Ronan might have brushed it off, but this is- he doesn't know how. He kicks at the ground, scuffing the toe of one of his boots, worrying his bottom lip as he looks at the other boy carefully.]

The other boy. The one I said I liked? It was Parrish. I mean, he's gorgeous. I wanted him but I never would've had the courage to say something. And then one day Gansey's pulling Adam's bike out of the fucking Camaro. And I wanted to try- but you know how I am with that shit. So I just.. I dunno. I just did what I could to make it so that his life didn't suck, or so it wasn't more than he could take, anyway. Like I said, I don't think he ever figured it out. And I didn't ever want to leave you, I never wanted to not have you in my life. But I.. I wanted to kiss him, too. I just didn't know what--

[He shrugged his shoulders a little bit helplessly, looking at Kavinsky like he was still almost guilty about it. But tentatively, almost shyly he reaches up, letting his fingertips cup the line of his jaw. He doesn't kiss him, he just looks into his dark eyes, feelings he's never been good at saying.]

I do want you back. But I saw you in the hall together once. You're happy together. I don't want to take away from that.

[He wanted to- he didn't know. Add to it, maybe, if that wasn't impossibly selfish. He wanted to care for them both, give them all the damaged feelings he knew how. It just wasn't until this moment when he thought that was something he could even be allowed to offer.]

[It was funny how some things worked. Kavinsky had never been worried about Ronan leaving him for someone else but now that he knew the other boy was Adam, he felt... not jealousy, exactly, but he understood. Adam was gorgeous, and more than that he was a good person. Kavinsky wanted to make Adam's life better, too. He also, maybe, wanted to spend the rest of his life being part of Adam's life. But that didn't mean there wasn't room for Ronan, too. It was up to Adam, in the end, and Kavinsky loved him enough that he'd stand by whatever decision the other boy made.]

You're- [Kavinsky started and then he huffed out a laugh. Sweet, was what he was going to say, but it felt especially soft in this moment.]

We could talk to him, see what he says. He doesn't want to lose me but I don't think he has to. The three of us could spend time together, yeah? You guys wouldn't have to fight for my attention or time. This isn't the Hunger Games.

[He knew Adam was insecure about this prospect but he thought it might help that Ronan wanted him, too. It might make it less of a competition thing and more of a trio thing. Maybe. He felt selfish for wanting both of them but when was he not greedy?]

I'd like that. Talking about it. I know I fucked things up with you before, but.. I want to do better. I want- I'd like to be good, for both of you. And yeah, I want to spend time with both of you. I'd kinda be disappointed if I couldn't.

[He didn't really have any expectations here, just the idea of it was so much more than he'd come here asking for. He'd just wanted to see Kavinsky again, to race him and not feel like he'd lost everything, like he'd always be bleeding from this wound he couldn't talk about. He wanted to hug him, he wanted to cling to him and remember what it felt like to breathe- but he didn't want to overstep the lines when he didn't even really know what they were.

He figured he could wait until after they talked, and if he managed to not fuck things up- maybe he could hug him afterwards. Maybe he was letting himself get his hopes up, but- he'd take whatever he could get, really. Just to have them in their life.]

Is Adam coming to the party?

[He hadn't seen his shitbox when he'd headed in himself.]

[Wanting to be good for someone (or multiple someones) meant a lot, Kavinsky thought. It wasn't always about whether you succeeded or not but how hard you tried and how much you wanted it. At least, that was how he saw it, as a chronic fuck up.]

Right? That's what I tried to tell him, before.

[But things were different now, knowing Ronan wanted them both.

Kavinsky pulled his phone out, scrolling through his contacts.]

Yeah. He had to work late, but he'll be here. Gimme a minute.

[He ducked away, finding someplace a little quieter to stand before he actually called Adam. He hoped he wouldn't be interrupting anything. Like work.]

[Ronan does give Kavinsky the space to talk to Adam without having him leaning over his shoulder like a hopeful puppy, but it doesn't mean that he doesn't want to. He just isn't going to be that obvious about it, so he slinks off the grab a drink for a minute.]

Hey. You get impatient?

[It's teasing, his voice easy affection.]

But you're lucky, I just got off work so I should be there in about ten or so.

[Kavinsky appreciated having a moment or two to himself.]

Hey, babe. Yeah, something like that.

But, I wanted to talk to you about something. [He took a breath, combed his fingers through his hair.] Ronan's here. I kissed him. He wants both of us. Actually, he's wanted you for a long time.

[Alright, so he wasn't the most eloquent about how he worded things, but he was trying to lighten whatever possible emotional blow this news might bring. He didn't want Adam to doubt his worth or something.]

I told him I'd talk to you about things. I love you.

[That sure is a rollercoaster ride of feelings for Adam. There's a muted curse and the sound of his keys jangling as they hit the asphalt.]

Sorry, I dropped my keys. That's-- did you say Ronan wants me? I think I need you to say all of that again. Uh- slower this time?

I love you too. It's just.. a lot.

[He felt like his head was spinning. But in a good way, maybe.]

[Well, better his keys than his heart.]

I sure did.

[Kavinsky took a breath.]

Alright, so. He told me there was a guy he liked but I had to, uh, persuade him to tell me who. And it turns out that guy is you. He was just too chickenshit--sorry, worried about fucking everything up to make a move before. But he cares about you.

[With Kavinsky 'persuade' could mean a lot of things but in this case, it just meant, surprisingly, 'ask nicely'.]

[If it had been anyone else- probably even Ronan- Adam wouldn't have believed it. But he believed the sentiments Kavinsky had managed to extract from the other boy, the fact that it involved the words chickenshit before he rephrased it to sound nicer. Even if that last sentence was still hard to accept.]

Fuck.

[The past eighteen months of their relationship slowly rearranged itself as he scrubbed a hand over his face. He gets the car door open and slides into the seat just so that he can sit and breathe for a moment.]

I can't decide if I'm oblivious or if Ronan's an idiot.

[He bites his lip.]

Is this okay?

Ronan's an idiot.

[It was his immediate reply, without hesitation. He couldn't blame Adam for being a little oblivious when Ronan's methods of flirting were what they were.]

Is what okay? That he's into you? I'm not jealous or anything.

[He didn't think Adam was just going to suddenly leave him for Ronan.]

[Adam laughed softly, a smile on the other end of the line. Kavinsky wasn't wrong, of course. But Adam still felt sort of- like he'd failed to put together half of an equation.]

I just couldn't imagine having a chance. But he- I mean, when Aglionby raised tuition prices this year he bribed the church ladies to lower my rent. Some sort of "tax adjustment" that left me with a rent credit in the exact amount of the tuition increase. And he was always doing shit like that, but-

Then the rest of the time he was Ronan Lynch.

[He figures that Kavinsky knows what he means.]

Yeah, I just- it's different, isn't it? You don't mind if we share him?

[He's teasing a little, but it's also.. willingness. Interest. He'd told Kavinsky he'd wanted to kiss Ronan since his first day at Aglionby.]

He's stupid but he's sweet when he cares.

[Ronan's heart was in the right place--most of the time--Kavinsky thought. And K would do things like that for Adam, too, if he knew he wouldn't have to fight the other boy about it. But Adam was stubborn and determined and- it was part of why Kavinsky loved him.]

I wouldn't mind.

[Was he already thinking things like watching the other two kiss or-? Absolutely. Did he also think this was something that could make Adam even happier? Definitely. He liked it when Adam was happy; he deserved more reasons to smile.]

Imagine all the potential. [The potential threesomes he meant, but he didn't want to come right out and say it and risk spooking Adam. Because, honestly, he'd take things at whatever pace the other two were comfortable with. Adam meant a lot to him and Ronan was special. And, more importantly, Adam hadn't said no yet.]

He'd be good to you. And me.

That's exactly it, isn't it?

[He says it with warmth, at least. He doesn't mean it in a cruel sort of way- Ronan could be as smart as anyone when he applied himself. And he was sweet when he cared, when he tried.

Adam is quiet while he tries to puzzle through how he feels about this, what to do with this shift. He laughs a little when Kavinsky mentions the potential. And not too long ago, it probably would have spooked him. But now he just hums thoughtfully, with something like heat in his breath.]

You think that would work, having us all in bed together?

[He wasn't saying no. After a moment he shakes his head, because he thinks that Kavinsky's right.]

We can talk about it when I get there? Because- it feels like it might work. Like this way it's gaining something instead of losing things. But we still have to figure out.. what this would mean, and where the lines are. And I'm greedy, K.

[He says it sometimes, like a joke, but with Kavinsky he can stand to say it like this- where he means it. Where he can feel like his boyfriend wont judge him for it.]

I dunno. We can figure that out when we get that far, though.

[There wasn't a rush and he didn't want to make Adam feel pressured. Hell, Kavinsky would even take just chastely sleeping in the same bed with Adam and Ronan. He had a king size; it was plenty big enough for three teenage boys. Anybody's bed would do though, really.]

Yeah, okay. We've got all the time we need to figure this thing out. And I'm greedy, too. Always have been. I think it's- it's 'cause we never had a lot when we needed it. But I want you to be happy and not feel like you've gotta lose anything.

I'm not opposed to it. But yeah, we should talk first. And then see- what everyone's interested in?

[But Adam was more of a perv than most people thought that he was. He was just also.. he needed Kavinsky. And that had been a scary realization, one that lived under his skin. Possibly even scarier, was the idea that if he let him in- he might need Ronan too.

He would be perfectly happy to cuddle with the other two, even if they didn't take their clothes off- although he absolutely had threesome thoughts swimming in his head. But really, Kavinsky's bed was the best option. Adam's bed barely fit him alone, and he wasn't sure how Ronan would feel about taking them to the Barns.]

Yeah. I mean- living with my parents nothing was ever mine. I was always.. waiting for someone to take it away or for my father to ruin it. Especially if it was something I liked, or that made me happy. And now I just- I want so much. And you make it seem like I'm allowed to.

I love you.

Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.

[Kavinsky didn't want to get ahead of himself, which he was prone to doing. If they rushed into something like this it could end messy. He'd had enough things end messy for him, he didn't need something like this to blow up in his face.]

Of course, you're allowed, sweetheart. I wish I could give you everything you need and want.

[Not just in a relationship, but things like money and cars and houses.]

I love you, too.

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