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Then… and again later…

I love Scott Hunter so much. He’s the most beautiful man in the world. He runs like he’s used to having way more than four limbs. His flirting game is actively terrifying. He has big sad eyes and perfect stubble. He’s so tired. He murdered Canadian golden boy Shane Hollander on live television. He met Kip 2.5 times, took him back to his fancy-ass New York apartment, declared his love, and asked him to move in. He’s a goal-driven perfectionist, which means he’s probably awesome at sex. His tiny smile when he realized Kip was still in his apartment is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. He looks amazing in his teensy boxer briefs. He’s so sad and he’s wayyyy too much, just, as a person. He’s so scared. He’s the most awkward potato I’ve ever seen in my life. He’s been so alone for so long. He’s SO scared. He wants his life to be different so badly, but he still feels like he has to hide his stupid blueberry banana socks.