"I didn't...You make it sound..." He sits up, swinging his legs over the
side of the bed. "Wanting to fuck Kavinsky. I had to get that out of my
system. Because that's all it was, Poison. An itch that got
scratched. It's....nothing. Not compared to this."
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Date: 2016-07-30 09:27 pm (UTC)"I didn't...You make it sound..." He sits up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. "Wanting to fuck Kavinsky. I had to get that out of my system. Because that's all it was, Poison. An itch that got scratched. It's....nothing. Not compared to this."