[ Before he had a chance to tell Dash not to worry about it, he had already turned back to the closet to find him something to wear. A caring and genuine attitude he never knew what to do with. Usually, he dealt with a lot more selfish and self serving people, ones who looked at his siren status and believed they knew exactly what it meant and what to do with it. Most of the time, he allowed it but not anymore.
Not since Dash.
The clothes were just the tip of what Dash did for him. ]
Cute shirt. [ He remarked, picking it up with a smile. Pansexual, something he considered himself too with his fluid sexuality.
Without much fuss or shame of any kind, he removed his clothing, neatly folding it up before pulling on the shirt and shorts. If he had to suffer with Dash's attractiveness, the man needed something in return there. ]
You were right. Much more comfortable. [ Smirking, he set the clothes aside and got on the opposite side of the bed. ]
I'm glad you're okay. You should be careful with drinking.
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Not since Dash.
The clothes were just the tip of what Dash did for him. ]
Cute shirt. [ He remarked, picking it up with a smile. Pansexual, something he considered himself too with his fluid sexuality.
Without much fuss or shame of any kind, he removed his clothing, neatly folding it up before pulling on the shirt and shorts. If he had to suffer with Dash's attractiveness, the man needed something in return there. ]
You were right. Much more comfortable. [ Smirking, he set the clothes aside and got on the opposite side of the bed. ]
I'm glad you're okay. You should be careful with drinking.