[ He opens his mouth, to press for details — then realizes he doesn't need them. Kevin's careful reply is as good as an admission.
There is love and then there are mad crushes and he had lulled himself into believing that it was all harmless. Somehow love's madness had torn this pure creature apart. He'd lost a wing and been cast out of heaven. Break feels ill, suddenly. He sits up. ]
Haha, well...
This has been, er, lovely. But I suppose I ought to be getting back, you know. Things to do, and so forth.
[ He lets go of Kevin's hand (which he had been clutching tightly, he realizes in retrospect) and stands, straightening his jacket. He feels that old sensation of pollution: that he is, by his sinful existence, contaminating Kevin. ]
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There is love and then there are mad crushes and he had lulled himself into believing that it was all harmless. Somehow love's madness had torn this pure creature apart. He'd lost a wing and been cast out of heaven. Break feels ill, suddenly. He sits up. ]
Haha, well...
This has been, er, lovely. But I suppose I ought to be getting back, you know. Things to do, and so forth.
[ He lets go of Kevin's hand (which he had been clutching tightly, he realizes in retrospect) and stands, straightening his jacket. He feels that old sensation of pollution: that he is, by his sinful existence, contaminating Kevin. ]