He couldn't take it. Stop talking this way! he thought furiously, desperately.
"Don't cry. I'm not worth it..."
"I remember a time without Uri...when we were happy together, just us!"
"I feel like we're falling apart..."
What could he say to make him understand? He couldn't say it in words. It wouldn't come out. Honestly, he'd promised until his lungs were blue.
How much more could he promise? He'd given life, blood, soul, body over to him. And still he didn't understand!
With him it was lover, lover, promise-keeper, body-maker, lover, lover. His other self.
Uriel was different. He saw the Angel as something his one couldn't seem to grasp. Loved him differently. As guide, friend, brother. In some was, mommy, with his nurturing. Daddy. A daddy who'd not abandon him. Daddy to take care of him.
What way was there to make him see the difference? ...It's just too hard to say...
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