"I don't mind that, Jesus," he answers, soft, sad. Bit by bit his arm relaxes, rests more readily around Jesus's shoulders.
"It's these fucking contracts. They mess with my head, they make everything... complicated." They make things that he could normally choose to let go keep coming back to twist deeper again and again.
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Date: 2023-03-28 05:59 am (UTC)"It's these fucking contracts. They mess with my head, they make everything... complicated." They make things that he could normally choose to let go keep coming back to twist deeper again and again.