[When the tears stop, he feels — clearer, somehow. Arm occupied, he wipes his face on the front of Cy's shirt, a soft apology given for the wet-damp mark he leaves behind on the fabric.]
You're speaking from experience. Aren't you?
[Cy has come so far himself — he is certain that each piece of advice, each reassurance and measured guidance, is because Cy has had to contend with a darkness of his own. The things he's done.]
... I'll consider it. A letter. [Is there a point, if Laurent will never read it? But perhaps it would get these thoughts out of his head. As Cy says: the infection.] I didn't mean for the conversation to go here — I haven't thought about that dimension in a while. At least it's gone now. This one may be another prison, but as long as we... have sex, it seems the worst can be avoided. I'm not hurting anyone here.
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You're speaking from experience. Aren't you?
[Cy has come so far himself — he is certain that each piece of advice, each reassurance and measured guidance, is because Cy has had to contend with a darkness of his own. The things he's done.]
... I'll consider it. A letter. [Is there a point, if Laurent will never read it? But perhaps it would get these thoughts out of his head. As Cy says: the infection.] I didn't mean for the conversation to go here — I haven't thought about that dimension in a while. At least it's gone now. This one may be another prison, but as long as we... have sex, it seems the worst can be avoided. I'm not hurting anyone here.