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Castor made sure that CJ knew what he was getting into. Plus, they were both fucked up and that was a plus, but he still didn’t trust him. They were nothing bit a few pair of broken souls and that was fine. “We don’t hug, we don’t stay up late to talk, and I definitely will not text you. And you don’t do the same.” He said, glancing at the other, making sure he understood what he was going on about. “.. not until I trust you.” He mumbled under his breath, hoping that CJ didn’t hear what he said. Shaking his head, he refused to even give up his apartment and he didn’t care. It was a nice place and no matter what, he still was going to sleep with that guy. “I know you’re trying to help, but I’m not giving this place up.”
CJ scoffed, looking at Castor as if he had two heads. He wasn’t trying to initiate some kind of relationship, he didn’t want to be Cas’ boyfriend or anything like that. He just wanted to help in whatever way possible. That meant that he wasn’t going to stop trying to help, but he wasn’t necessarily trying to change himself either. “I don’t text you and you don’t text me? How else am I suppose to talk to you then?” CJ raised his brows, crossing his arms as well. “Castor. You really wanna stay here? Sleeping with someone just so you have a place to sleep? It doesn’t make sense.”














