"Did y'know," he knew getting on Dionysus' good side was a good idea, "aw, /fuck/, fuckin' voic-- nev'rmind." Walking's become impossible, so he's sprawled over the young God's sofa, phone pressed to his face haphazardly. "Did y' /fuckin'know/," this is a bad idea, but he's too drunk to care, "tha' /you/," he rolls over to breathe, "were never jus' a fuckin' /star/ t'me." A pause. "Ev'r." Dion's staring at him now. "You were," fuck, "/are/, my whole damn fuckin' /sky/."
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