Rule Number four,gotta be looking pure.
Steven was surprised,to say the least,when Anthony showed up on his doorstep,rain-soaked and half dead. He let the Italian in immediately,asking what was wrong,where was Adam,and why the hell he was out in this storm. Anthony only chattered his teeth and shivered violently in response,and was soon dressed in Steven's largest sweatshirt,his own boxers,and wrapped in a blanket by the heater of Steven's apartment. The Canadian was clearly worried,and Anthony didn't want to have to tell him about the cuts on his thighs or the gash in his heart from where Adam had stabbed him a few times while banging Max,apparently. So he only said that Adam had kicked him out of his apartment and here was the only other place Anthony felt at home. Steven smiled warmly at this,and Anthony felt ten times better at this. I'm fucked. It hasn't even been five hours yet and I'm falling in love again.
"Well,welcome home,I guess,"
Steven laughed,and Anthony hugged him tightly.
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