The feeling is shared. [Even now, he feels gravity drawing him downward. He still tastes Joshua on his lips, and can't help but yearn for more. Instead, he forces him to take a step back, breathing in deeply as he tries to steady himself. He hates going far from Joshua, but they both probably need the space.]

And I would not judge you your inexperience. Nor do I feel that your words indicate as much. I... find I quite agree.

[He hates to admit it, but with Terence, there had always been a lingering feeling that each kiss might be his last. Fate had felt like a sword dangling over both of their necks. But Joshua, and Clive by extension, had both reminded him that even fate could be fought against.

Now, every kiss felt like another promise of forever.]

But maybe it would be better if I left? Gave you some space.

[Dion you're in your own fucking room you useless gay.]