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Aug. 4th, 2016 04:36 pmDorian had made a terrible mistake, and there would be no hiding it from Biffy.
He knew, of course. Maybe that had also been part of it; the desperation was there, of course, that impossibly strong feeling that Bull gave him when he was near which was a mixture of so many, more primary emotions. But there had also been, perhaps, a good load of cowardice., It forced an issue that Dorian was terrified of confronting properly, and he was a terrible person, but he had never learned better, and he deserved his consequences.
He took the stairwell, feet heavy, clothes rumpled, and ascended it with slowness and care and a blanket draped over his shoulders to keep him warm in the late night air.
It was a humid night, claustrophic and unwelcoming, once Dorian had left the seaside.
Biffy was in the kitchen when Dorian entered, shutting the door quietly behind himself.
"I'm sorry," he said, and nothing more as he folded the blanket neatly before setting it aside to be laundered. Biffy would suss the situyation out faster than Dorian could describe it, which was also perhaps a cowardice of its own.
He knew, of course. Maybe that had also been part of it; the desperation was there, of course, that impossibly strong feeling that Bull gave him when he was near which was a mixture of so many, more primary emotions. But there had also been, perhaps, a good load of cowardice., It forced an issue that Dorian was terrified of confronting properly, and he was a terrible person, but he had never learned better, and he deserved his consequences.
He took the stairwell, feet heavy, clothes rumpled, and ascended it with slowness and care and a blanket draped over his shoulders to keep him warm in the late night air.
It was a humid night, claustrophic and unwelcoming, once Dorian had left the seaside.
Biffy was in the kitchen when Dorian entered, shutting the door quietly behind himself.
"I'm sorry," he said, and nothing more as he folded the blanket neatly before setting it aside to be laundered. Biffy would suss the situyation out faster than Dorian could describe it, which was also perhaps a cowardice of its own.
