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What do you think it will be?

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My optimistic self trying to figure out Moyo’s behaviour

-he is in love with Robbe and doesn’t know how to express himself

-he has been possessed by a demon who feeds off of awkward silences and gay disgust

-he has a brain tumor that effects the part of the brain that makes a person a good friend

-when Robbe said that he was in love with Sander, Moyo heard that he was in love with a salamander. Moyo is rightfully worried about his friend committing beastiality

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Monday 23:57 (Sander’s Dad is a cop explanation - Part 1)

It was a difficult task, falling asleep when I hadn’t heard anything from Sander all day, but somehow I managed. At least for a little bit anyway. The pressure of someone on the bed next to me woke me up. From the sigh he let out I knew it was Sander. He may not always answer my messages but he always comes to me when I need him the most.

I reach out for him. Placing my hand on his cheek, it feels cold from being outside. “How’d you get in?” I ask still half asleep, kissing his chin.

“The door was open,” Sander whispers.

My lips move to his, my thumbs running along his cheekbones. Sander winces in pain, “Ouch! Sorry babe, stop.”

“What’s wrong?” I ask confused. I can only see the outline of his face in the dark. His eyes are closed tight in what I assume is pain. I roll over to turn on the lamp on the side table. Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw next.

Here he was, the man that I love with his face black and blue and his lower lip swollen beyond recognition.

“Sander...what the fuck? What happened? Who did this to you?” I ask stumbling through the thoughts running through my head. It is killing me to see him this hurt, this is so much worse than when the assholes beat us up.

I can tell that he is trying to answer my questions, but tears are forming in his eyes and he is starting to hyperventilate. I try to console him, but his breathing won't calm down. I pull him into my chest and soon my shirt becomes wet from his tears.

“Shh Sander, you are safe now. I’m here, I love you honey. Tell me what happened,” I panic speak trying to fight back my own tears.

“It. Was. My. Dad,” Sander manages to say through shaky breaths.

“What? No? Why?” I ask, shifting so I can see his face again. He is trying to cover his eyes with both hands. I put my hands on his as gently as I can, eventually I move them away from his face.

“He found my sketchbook, we fought, and he kicked me out of the house,” Sander confesses, unable to look me in the eye. At first I don’t understand why finding a sketchbook would lead to this. Was it because his dad found out that he is seeing me? Is his dad homophobic?

“Please, Sander. This wasn’t a fight, he hurt you. We need to go to the cops,” I plead, not knowing what else would make this better, what else could make Sander safe again.

“No. No. No. Don’t you get it? He’s a cop too!” Sander says in a voice full of so much pain and fear it stuns me into silence.

Sander retretes back into my arms and the tears never seem to end. All I can do is hold him repeating over and over, “I love you. You never need to go back there. We will keep you safe here. I love you.” I repeat this mantra until he falls asleep. I lay awake unmoving. Afraid any movement might cause him more pain, thinking about what the hell we are going to do about all this shit in the morning.

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During OHN tonight do you think we will get some new footage when Robbe has his flashback sequence about their relationship?? GOD I HOPE SO!!