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Graham took a deep breath and held it, watching Frank react and then answered to his question. “Okay…” He said, smiling back at him and after a moment, he shivered himself. “You know what’s also weird… We passed the night and we didn’t talk much about business.” He joked.

Frank nodded and then giggled at that. The man looked down when Graham said that and then back at him. “I know that you haven’t done much but… Today…” He stopped talking as he felt his body shiver. “Thinking about your hands on my back… Still gives me the shiver.” He smiled. “So… Whatever you’re doing, you’re doing it right.” He said.

Frank let go of the breath he just realized he was holding. “Okay good.” He said. “No, actually I like it.” Frank sat on the bed again and looked at Graham. “What do I do… That is different?” He asked.

Frank scratched his neck and sighed. “Before it happened, I don’t think so. After well… The whole college knew about.” He nodded. “Yeah, on the beggining it was freaking annoying. I could feel it pull in every step. That after the month with a crutch. But then it went away. The annoyance. The pull… Everything.” Frank said. The man sighed, feeling a little shy that that thought crossed his mind on that moment, and somehow got stuck on his head. “Do you mind the beard? I mean, my beard. Does it bother you in anyway?”

Frank closed his eyes. “I was 20.” The man shrugged. “Most of them did something when they saw the boys messing up with me, but… Cases fights… Well, they let it on my own.” He blinked a few times. “I had one professor that tried to fail me… Pretend he never got my exercises. But that is minor. I passed his class so…” He giggled. Frank looked at Graham as he asked him that. “Of course I told the truth. But the guy who turned agaisnt his group helped by backing me up. Saying I was in fact telling the truth.” He said. “It’s okay. It’s not your fault.” Frank bit his lower lip, noticing Graham was about to do something and gave up on it mid-way. “It’s just a mark now. Just a memory.” He finished. Frank thought a little. “I don’t recieve much because… Well, if I’m not with a partner, people barely notice I’m gay. Like… People in suits can’t be gay for some weird reason.” He smiled lightly. “But, I’ve been called a faggot more times than I can remember. So people look at us weird. An ice cream car didn’t sold for me and my ex once. Said he was sold out.” He shrugged. “His lost, my money is equal to everybodie’s money.” He smiled wider. “Just that.” Frank glanced at Graham and then at the ceiling. “Can I ask you something… Kind of silly.” He giggled.

Frank sighed and raised the left leg of his pajamas’ pants. He passed his hand on a big mark on his thigh, in the front side. “15 stiches.” He said. “5 guys from college… They didn’t like gay people. They usually tried to make me feel like I didn’t belong in law school or just… Try to outsmart me. What they didn’t do it frequently.” He smiled. “So they decided to beat me up. Scare me. But one of them brought a knife.” He touched his mark again. “He only managed to stab me once. His friends held him and then ran away. I bleed a lot. When the ambulance came I was almost passing out. But it went okay in the hospital. And I recovered. One of the five told on the others, to back up my story, and it got solved.” He nodded. “Nothing like this ever happened.” He giggled. “Actually, what I face today is so rare and so… Harmless, I barely notice.” He pushed his pants’ leg down. Frank smiled. “Good.” He said and leaned to kiss Graham lightly before lie down on the bed.

Frank nodded. “Yeah. Some people in college took it to the next level, I bare marks to prove it.” He shrugged. “It only takes one person to take things to a dangerous level.” He looked at Graham, thinking if he should share the whole story. Frank giggled. “A little, but not all.” He sighed. “He makes a mess out of things. On the trial, he was flirting with you, adopting Stella’s daughter and having feelings for me sister.” He rolled his eyes. “I hope he doesn’t make a mess while he is with her.” He said.

Frank smiled lightly. “It’s okay. I learned how to deal with it. It’s not hard anymore.” He said. Frank nodded lightly. “They are a little… Fearful, but they trust my choices. Their words.” He giggled. “I almost did kill that day.* Frank said. "But that’s not all the reason I still don’t approve much of him. I think he is… Too free… He had something with more people than I know than I would like.” He said.

Frank nodded. “A few times.” He said and smiled lightly. “People can be mean.” He said. “Okay, deal then.” He raised his eyebrows. “Yeah, they know everything. I usually tell them everything.” Frank had to giggled at Graham mentioned his sister. “Yeah. She knows. And you should know… Her and Stephen are a thing… Kind of. If I approve.” He said the last thing in a jokefully way.

Frank sighed. “I mean gay people.” He said. The man nodded. “Everytime you feel overwhelmed, tell me. I can help you get used to it. I hope.” He giggled. “Okay good.” He glanced at Graham. “I told my parents, but you don’t need to feel rushed to meet them. They just know I’m dating again.”

Frank smiled. “Well, you are.” He said. Frank nodded at that. “Okay… I… That’s good. I had my fare share of people who don’t approve us.” He shrugged. “If you haven’t told her yet z it’s fine. I’ll introduce myself as your partner only.” He bit his lower lip. “You can tell me… If this is too much. You know that, right?”

Frank didn’t have much time to answer and Graham was already heading to the bathroom. He lied on the bed and waited for the man. As Graham arrive, he started talking. Frank smiled lightly, and his smile grew wider as much as Graham was talking. He bit his lower lip and stared at the man. “You are adorable, have I told you that?” He said and smiled again. Frank sat on the bed and shrugged. “I would love meeting your mother.” He said. “Have you… Told her about us?” He asked. “Does she… Is she okay that you are gay?” He asked.

Frank washed himself, shivering as he washed his back and felt where Graham had dank his nails on. He changed his clothes in the bathroom so he wouldn’t come out on his towel and walked back to the bedroom, drying his beard and hair. “The bathroom is the door in the end of the hall.” He said and bit his lower lip. “Are you okay?”

Graham kept looking around, feeling like he was a little frozen with what had happened-not that it was necessarily bad. He touched the towel and Frank’s PJs, until Frank appeared. He widened his eyes, and stood up. “No, I’m fine...I’m just...I was waiting for you to come. So that I can shower next”, he smiled shyly. “Thanks”, he said quickly and after taking the clean clothes and towel, he rushed to the bathroom. He started contemplating whether he should tell this to Santana or not, as he was taking a shower. At the same time, he felt like he shouldn’t be that weird and awkward around Frank-he was one of the few people that he felt comfortable with. After finishing his shower and drying himself up, he wore Frank’s pjamas and walked back to the bedroom. “So...the thing is...”, he started saying, once he got into it, like someone had stopped him before. “For some reason, I need to inform you that I’m a very nervous person, if you haven’t realized it yet”, he made a pause. “So...”, he said again and made a small pause. “I usually tell something random and as nerve-wracking as the thing that I’m nervous at the moment”, he sat down on the bed. “Makes sense in my head”, he rolled his eyes, before he could start narrating.

Frank smiled and headed to the kitchen, coming back with a glass of water for both of them, and handed one to Graham. “The bedroom is over there. You can… Feel at home.” He pointed at the door. “I’ll let you the things over it.” He said and walked to it, leaving one towel and pajamas there, and taking his to the bathroom with him.