"Leave wound in man don't heal right? Yeah, you're fucking right there, Spiky. It hurts. I don't mean to look like a pussy right now but----the whole thing with my old man getting banged up and shit? It just hits you right here."
Viktor thumped against his chest and then looked to Vars. The other punk couldn't read English and only spoke limited words. Still, it was a start. Nodding, he understood. It did make him feel better knowing that Vars was far worse at English than even him. Pulling the bassist close, Viktor hugged him tight just wanting the closeness all of a sudden. Fuck everyone else. This is what he wanted right now.
"I'll help you with the English, mate. If you teach me your language maybe I won't sound like such a fucking moron too."
Breaking off, he sniffed and pushed some of his wild hair back. His lover's words felt good. Vars cared and that was the main thing he wanted in his life. For someone to care. To actually give a shit.
"You are a good bloke you know that? Fucking crazy as shit but I love you."
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Viktor thumped against his chest and then looked to Vars. The other punk couldn't read English and only spoke limited words. Still, it was a start. Nodding, he understood. It did make him feel better knowing that Vars was far worse at English than even him. Pulling the bassist close, Viktor hugged him tight just wanting the closeness all of a sudden. Fuck everyone else. This is what he wanted right now.
"I'll help you with the English, mate. If you teach me your language maybe I won't sound like such a fucking moron too."
Breaking off, he sniffed and pushed some of his wild hair back. His lover's words felt good. Vars cared and that was the main thing he wanted in his life. For someone to care. To actually give a shit.
"You are a good bloke you know that? Fucking crazy as shit but I love you."