[He sits back in the chair, tapping his finger on the glass.]
Fucking Catholic. Dad used to call them heathens.
No offense.
[He slides his other hand through Norton's hair as his eyes close, imagining long brown waves or silver curls. If he lets his mind wander, he can finally fucking feel something.]
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Date: 2024-05-17 11:13 am (UTC)Fucking Catholic. Dad used to call them heathens.
No offense.
[He slides his other hand through Norton's hair as his eyes close, imagining long brown waves or silver curls. If he lets his mind wander, he can finally fucking feel something.]