[He'd made this offer only a handful of times, and only one person had ever rejected him. The other four...he might tease them and joke around and act careless, but he wouldn't give them up for the world. They were all he had and he needed them as much as they needed him. But there was always room for more, to expand the family a little. It was like the saying went; the more the merrier.
Dropping his hand away from his face, he took a deep breath. He wasn't sure his boys would be enough to pull him back from the edge this time, but maybe Dimitri could. He already knew his biggest secret, that he was a dreamer. His obsession with Lynch was only a secret if you were completely deaf and blind.
Everybody needed someone.]
Who says my dreams are messy?
[He didn't take his sunglasses off, but they'd slid down his nose far enough to let him look up at Dimitri above the rims.
He handled his dreams just fine, though he guessed keeping them on a leash wasn't always the solution to things. He controlled them to the best of his ability, made them his instead of the other way around. He had to, for his own safety and sanity. But, he wouldn't turn down ways to get better at handling his dreams, either. There'd just never been anyone who could teach him.
He couldn't stop himself from throwing in an innuendo though, smirking even if it didn't reach his eyes.]
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[He'd made this offer only a handful of times, and only one person had ever rejected him. The other four...he might tease them and joke around and act careless, but he wouldn't give them up for the world. They were all he had and he needed them as much as they needed him. But there was always room for more, to expand the family a little. It was like the saying went; the more the merrier.
Dropping his hand away from his face, he took a deep breath. He wasn't sure his boys would be enough to pull him back from the edge this time, but maybe Dimitri could. He already knew his biggest secret, that he was a dreamer. His obsession with Lynch was only a secret if you were completely deaf and blind.
Everybody needed someone.]
Who says my dreams are messy?
[He didn't take his sunglasses off, but they'd slid down his nose far enough to let him look up at Dimitri above the rims.
He handled his dreams just fine, though he guessed keeping them on a leash wasn't always the solution to things. He controlled them to the best of his ability, made them his instead of the other way around. He had to, for his own safety and sanity. But, he wouldn't turn down ways to get better at handling his dreams, either. There'd just never been anyone who could teach him.
He couldn't stop himself from throwing in an innuendo though, smirking even if it didn't reach his eyes.]
But I always play rough.