“Do you think that… I mean, could you ever see yourself giving us another shot?” he asks. “Without your brother around to hide it from, without our families in the way. Would you ever want to try again with me?” My heart is physically cracking at his sweet words, at the soft way he says them. At the knowledge that I don’t have an answer that he’ll want. “I don’t know how to answer that,” I tell him honestly. “Try, Hal. Please. Just tell me what you’re thinking.”
Theyre literally dry humping... Please stop altogether or talk about it later wtf
