[Sweeney had said that wardens don't fuck their inmates. But here's Norton, sitting in the arm of the chair, looking like he belongs. There are a thousand reasons he shouldn't do any of this. But he slides an arm around his waist, holding his drink in his other hand, leaning his head back against the chair.
He had a thing with John. He's his warden. Jacob doesn't want anything from him except the oblivion he might give him.
None of those reasons are good enough to stop him from curling his arm around him.]
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Date: 2024-05-15 03:00 am (UTC)He had a thing with John. He's his warden. Jacob doesn't want anything from him except the oblivion he might give him.
None of those reasons are good enough to stop him from curling his arm around him.]
No one fucking says that. You're full of shit.