Better? How the fuck could doing this to yourself make you feel any fucking better? Bjorn just squeezed his eyes shut and couldn't think because none of this made sense to him at all. He'd never dated a man with severe depression before and didn't know what the fuck he could do. So, all he did was hold onto the ginger and hope he didn't pick up anymore pieces of glass to cut himself with.
"This---it makes me afraid. I don't know how to deal with this but----I love you."
It was all he could get out as he kissed along Rekker's jaw and then nuzzled into the man's neck. The stench of blood overpowered his nostrils and it made him feel a little sick but he knew he had to be strong for the man he was in love with. This was Rekker's illness causing him to do this. The man was powerless over it.
"Fuck. Babe I---I don't want you to die. Let me look after you because fuck! I can look after you no matter what my brother or anyone else says. I want to look after you."
The Swede was adamant in this as he gently stroked Rekker's shoulder.
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Date: 2021-10-30 06:01 pm (UTC)"This---it makes me afraid. I don't know how to deal with this but----I love you."
It was all he could get out as he kissed along Rekker's jaw and then nuzzled into the man's neck. The stench of blood overpowered his nostrils and it made him feel a little sick but he knew he had to be strong for the man he was in love with. This was Rekker's illness causing him to do this. The man was powerless over it.
"Fuck. Babe I---I don't want you to die. Let me look after you because fuck! I can look after you no matter what my brother or anyone else says. I want to look after you."
The Swede was adamant in this as he gently stroked Rekker's shoulder.