[cuddles nearest person in the vicinity and nuzzles their neck, cool lips dragging against their skin softly before he breaths out against the skin and rests his chin against their shoulder, breathing clear near their ear.]

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[cuddles nearest person in the vicinity and nuzzles their neck, cool lips dragging against their skin softly before he breaths out against the skin and rests his chin against their shoulder, breathing clear near their ear.]
Would you rather have your dad or boyfriend?
"What...?" Why would the grey face ask him something like that, which he couldn't answer? There were so many reasons why. Whilst his father would live far beyond Wyatt, and Xavior would die before his lover, the brunet couldn't chose the first instead of the latter. Because that wasn't how love worked, and the love he had for the two of them were so very different. One was of father and son, a repaired bond still tender and yet to completely heal, and the other of two people who came together and found that they fit together like puzzle pieces, even with bumps in the road they stayed together. "You.. you can't expect me to answer that--- Jack's my father." While a half a year ago or more he would've chosen Xavior over his father had he known his lover by then, he was more torn than ever by this question. "Xavior... he means the world to me, and you expect me to chose?" He almost growled his words softly, "when my love for both are different, when you can't compare the two in order to come to a choice, though I'd never want to."
Sighing the brunet carded a pale hand through light brown hair, cool air whisking past his lips. "... Jack's been alone... lots longer than I have," said Wyatt, "and I won't let him be alone anymore, not when he doesn't have to be. That's what a son would do, that's what they should do." And though it may have sounded like he'd come to an answer he hadn't, for he refused to do so. "Xavior, he's not the best choice for me I know, people told me that when they first found out. But I'm not the best choice for him either! And we make it work, he makes me happier than I've been in a long time and I only hope I do the same. I wouldn't leave him either. I won't leave either of them, or pick one for the other. Because they're family. They're mine and they're all I have. And I'd rather drown before picking between the two of them."
Wyatt hadn't expected Xavior to come back while Wyatt was still inside, he snuck in a bit earlier, just to grab his stuff because he was pretty sure that... well, the worst came of what he did-- however, the moment he heard the door open the teenager froze, ice blue hues staring up to Xavior's. "I-- I was just, getting my stuff..."
"........" he did a bad thing.
[he wants to know if he's not good in bed anymore because Xavior hasn't done it in a while and he's cold.]