[ it feels nice and easy. very much so, and he knows he shouldn't be feeling things like that, but it's easy to forget, too. it used to feel strange the first few times she touched him, but now he's getting used to it. craves it, like a starving cat, hesitantly leaning forward for more and more touches, yet still waiting to be burned. ]

It's not bad. It's just. Untrue.

[he'll never think of himself as cute. he'll never think of himself as much of anything anymore, he's pretty damn sure of that. ]

Knee folds?? What the fuck's a knee fold? Like when you bend your leg...? Holy shit. What did it say about Libras?