If I initiate everything in this… it makes me feel as though I’m the only one interested.

I’ll hug him, and if he goes in for a kiss, I’ll know!

[Being shirtless in front of Beck earned… no reaction. He knows the other man is open to taking their relationship further, but… taking steps further feel monumental.]

Then it’s even more my fault for keeping you with me and not letting you have more time with him.

Some day… when you go home you will see him again, and you should take comfort in that.

I’m the first and only one from my world here. When I leave, there may not be another me. There may even be someone from my world who knows and misses me.

It’s better to focus on what you do have instead of trying to take blame.