His... ex? His boyfriend here— Alec. He's sure he was in love with him. It wouldn't have hurt so much to lose him if he hadn't been, even if some things between them had changed. But his other relationships here, he's not sure and no one wants to be told that someone loves them but isn't in love with them.
Cradling the small flame there in his hand, he looks over to Jesus then.
"Thanks," he says then. "For... listening. Not judging, I guess."
"Be pretty hypocritical of me to judge," he points out, though there is a reason he earned his nickname. Judgment isn't something he holds onto.
"The one thing the survivors I know have in common is we take the good where it comes and we don't let it ruin us when it's gone. I think you'd survive with us."
"Guess with a name like Jesus it would be." Not that he's Holy or anything himself.
Tilt of his head though, he looks the other man over, still holding onto that small flame. When he'd had his lighter, he was always clicking it. Over and over again. A sort of comfort to him.
"Give it a bit to really get to know me and see if you still feel that way."
Look at him inadvertently inviting Jesus to do just that: get to know him.
Regardless, he leans over and steals a playful little kiss from the man, putting the flame out in his hand as he rolls his shoulders back. "Well, anyways. Can't say this is how I pictured my night going, but. No complaints here."
He kisses him back and laughs. "Good. That's all I ask. I need to head home to get some things but I'll be here tomorrow night, if you feel like dropping by. And if not, I'll catch up with you later."
"Want me that bad, huh? Flatterer." Teasing a bit, he shifts away on the bed to fix himself up a little, fingers running through his hair after. "You got my contact, so. Always just a text away."
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Cradling the small flame there in his hand, he looks over to Jesus then.
"Thanks," he says then. "For... listening. Not judging, I guess."
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"The one thing the survivors I know have in common is we take the good where it comes and we don't let it ruin us when it's gone. I think you'd survive with us."
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Tilt of his head though, he looks the other man over, still holding onto that small flame. When he'd had his lighter, he was always clicking it. Over and over again. A sort of comfort to him.
"Give it a bit to really get to know me and see if you still feel that way."
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Regardless, he leans over and steals a playful little kiss from the man, putting the flame out in his hand as he rolls his shoulders back. "Well, anyways. Can't say this is how I pictured my night going, but. No complaints here."
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"Hey, if you ever figure out what the difference is," between in love and just love, "will you tell me?"
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"Not gonna guarantee I ever will, but. Yeah. Will do, handsome."