grofflin things

just two lost boys :/

“Who are we anymore. What are we..?”

“What are we? My boyfriend? A boy with a friend… It’s easy just to pretend that we don’t have something real,” Lin looked down at Jonathan, memorizing the way his chest rose, and fell. Memorising how he felt in his arms. Memorising the weight. Memorising Him. “But it’s just how we feel.” 

“I’m sorry…” 

“Me too, love. Me too.”