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ihaveyournumber liked your photoset:Dassright! Get out of those offending clothes. :p

Hi.

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#My husband is better than yours.

You're adorable.

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ihaveyournumber liked your photo:thelifespace: Zachary Quinto

That thing you're doing. Y'know, th'face thing. Stop that.

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ihaveyournumber replied to your post:Babe? Sweetie?

[ It’s gentle, but he eases the tendrils of his telepathy into his husbands mind, sharing his calm and attempting to take the panic. Slowly he pushes the curtain open to slip in fully dressed. ]

[Whether the shaking was from his fear or the cold water was anyone's guess. Either way, he didn't move as Vincent sank down into the tub with him, not leaning closer but at the same time not pulling away. Instead he stayed as he was, knees curled up and his forehead against them, arms wrapped tight around his legs as he tried to remember what breathing normally was like. The calming thoughts felt alien to him, like a shot of morphine making everything soft and fuzzy around the edges.]

S-stop... stop...

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Babe? Sweetie?

[The shower was running, but there was no steam of hot water over the top of the shower curtain. Clothes were strewn in a haphazard line that started somewhere in the living room with his tie, and ended with a sock just in front of the sink, the sloppiness of it almost painfully out of character for him. He didn't answer Vincent's words, hidden behind the shower curtain, letting the cold water spray over him as if it could clean away everything. All the pain, all the fear. The skin of his shoulders and thighs was a raw red, as if he'd been scrubbing at them earlier, though he'd given up by now. Nothing could wash it all away. Nothing.]

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[Still ticking off the list, ears red but not backing down.]

For th'record, I don't think we've got a gallon...

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#Your face is a dork.

Your everything is a dork.