[ And there he is again, feeling small, seen. The daydream about getting back together with Teddie is real, for now, a warmth he was settling into before his ex— before his boyfriend says the words that take him to his room back home, to the back of the school building where some hid away to smoke while they did it to make out (and smoke), to the school dance where they had sex for the first time.
His hands are on Teddie's waist, clutching his shirt. Why is this the thing that makes him realize what he lost? Dom leans in for an urgent kiss, like that will calm him down. ]
Fuck. [ He clears his throat, rubs the corner of his eye. ] I love you too. I can't believe you're—
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His hands are on Teddie's waist, clutching his shirt. Why is this the thing that makes him realize what he lost? Dom leans in for an urgent kiss, like that will calm him down. ]
Fuck. [ He clears his throat, rubs the corner of his eye. ] I love you too. I can't believe you're—
[ Here. Close to him, saying that. ]
I don't wanna fuck this up.