❝ i’m sorry that it has to be this way. ❞ (mox @ orange)
“I hate it when you say cryptic shit after we have sex,” he was just getting sleepy too, having melted on his partner’s chest while Mox threaded fingers in his hair. He shifts, eyeing a prominent grey in Mox’s beard. “Are you breaking up with me?”
He’s trying to pass that off as a joke, but he sounds concerned.
“you’re not breaking up with me,” he sits up now, “I don’t.. wanna think about that. You wouldn’t do that now.”












