“Nor do I,” he agrees, deep fondness clear in his smile. “This is my David, the one that chooses us and trusts me.” He’s sure he’d get along with a good deal of other David’s, but it doesn’t matter. They wouldn’t be his. Because being chosen openly, over and over, means so much.
He laughs again, easy even amongst all this. “So we’re even then. Insufferable and completely addicted.” He leans over to kiss his love through his grin, marveling that he’d have worried about a statement like that a year ago. Now he feels safer, like he doesn’t have to be easy and perfect to keep David around. Because this is real love.
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5/6/23 10:54 (UTC)He laughs again, easy even amongst all this. “So we’re even then. Insufferable and completely addicted.” He leans over to kiss his love through his grin, marveling that he’d have worried about a statement like that a year ago. Now he feels safer, like he doesn’t have to be easy and perfect to keep David around. Because this is real love.
Gods is he lucky.