[ Byerly debates a moment, uncertain, even as his face remains set in a tranquil smile. Should he...? It's not something he shares easily, or willingly. But Dorian has been honest with him...But...No. Just a half-truth for now. ]
Is it really that hard to imagine? A useless, lazy, perverted young fool like myself...
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Is it really that hard to imagine? A useless, lazy, perverted young fool like myself...