"I really am lucky you were there when I was corrupted," he said softly. "I'd be lost, I think, if I didn't know I could lean on you." Or certainly a lot more bored. He very slowly disentangled from the blond, nodding along with his suggestion.
"Three weeks," he said. "Right here. I'll be upset if you don't turn up, darling," and it didn't seem like a reach to use the pet name, not now, not when he really felt like he had his hooks in.
Perhaps that week of hell had been worth it, in the end. It was certainly paying dividends here. and perhaps if he thought about it that way it would be a little easier to stop waking up shaking and cold and expecting to be back in that cell.
"Stay safe yourself, alright? I'm not the only one in danger."
Orangeish Sherbert
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