Kurt Meyer
Let Me Push That Button
[member="Jamie Pyne"]
He smiled, kissing her forehead.
There was a sweetness in that act, one that usually didn't come from him. The Courier felt slightly more at ease, though not by much. Unburdening himself of that secret was never easy, always difficult and the one time he had done it before...dangerous. His parents were the only others to really know, and they...well their past experiences with men of questionable morals had made that admission especially difficult for him. They had comforted him of course, loved him and accepted him despite what he had done.
That's what parents did after all. He smiled at the memory, and at Jamie. Perhaps admitting it would be easier now, perhaps he could tell those close to him, perhaps he would tell Kaile. She was the only other person close to him besides his parents and now Jamie, she deserved to know.
His thumb stroked gently across her cheek again, his eyes closing as she rested against him. "What do you want to do?"
It was a whisper, half a pained question that he feared the answer of.
He smiled, kissing her forehead.
There was a sweetness in that act, one that usually didn't come from him. The Courier felt slightly more at ease, though not by much. Unburdening himself of that secret was never easy, always difficult and the one time he had done it before...dangerous. His parents were the only others to really know, and they...well their past experiences with men of questionable morals had made that admission especially difficult for him. They had comforted him of course, loved him and accepted him despite what he had done.
That's what parents did after all. He smiled at the memory, and at Jamie. Perhaps admitting it would be easier now, perhaps he could tell those close to him, perhaps he would tell Kaile. She was the only other person close to him besides his parents and now Jamie, she deserved to know.
His thumb stroked gently across her cheek again, his eyes closing as she rested against him. "What do you want to do?"
It was a whisper, half a pained question that he feared the answer of.