[He could argue. He could debate and stress and add all the emphasis he wanted but it still wouldn't reach him. Nothing would. Nothing true, at least. Every man had his fantasy and large as his was, Mattias had to wonder if Oren's was more voluminous in expanse.
Mattias lets him leave without a fight. Turning to the bed, he begins to unbutton his shirt.]
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Date: 2015-05-11 02:24 am (UTC)Mattias lets him leave without a fight. Turning to the bed, he begins to unbutton his shirt.]
Drinks. Tomorrow night. We meet at the bar.
[He says it with finality.]