[Was he seeing that night because of his own flower or Ivan's, it's not clear. In fact he doesn't even know that's a thing for the flowers, but regardless, he feels connected to Ivan in a way he hasn't before. Like he's the mate of his soul, the other half of a greater whole.
He should write a song about this. About Ivan.]
Huh? [Till looks around himself for a second before looking at Ivan once more.] Of course I'm me? Who the fuck else would I be.
[Not mad, just amused and a little confused, but he holds his lover's hand back just as firmly. He won't let go this time, he refuses. Where Ivan goes, he will be close behind. Not just because he can't lose the man again, can't bear the idea of him not in his life once more, ripped away, but because he loves Ivan.]
Whatever, your feet are gonna be the victims here.
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He should write a song about this. About Ivan.]
Huh? [Till looks around himself for a second before looking at Ivan once more.] Of course I'm me? Who the fuck else would I be.
[Not mad, just amused and a little confused, but he holds his lover's hand back just as firmly. He won't let go this time, he refuses. Where Ivan goes, he will be close behind. Not just because he can't lose the man again, can't bear the idea of him not in his life once more, ripped away, but because he loves Ivan.]
Whatever, your feet are gonna be the victims here.