"Dude. I feel the same way." He pets Quentin's back softly.
"I feel like I've spent the last ten years waiting for somebody to look at me and say, 'I like you, Kyle.' And now you have, and I can't imagine wasting time on anybody BUT you." His body, exhausted from both the night before and the change back, is indeed warming up.
"It's not many men who would let Were-Kyley-B into bed the morning after he ditched them," he points out. "I'm still so sorry about that. I owe you a proper handjob."
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"I feel like I've spent the last ten years waiting for somebody to look at me and say, 'I like you, Kyle.' And now you have, and I can't imagine wasting time on anybody BUT you." His body, exhausted from both the night before and the change back, is indeed warming up.
"It's not many men who would let Were-Kyley-B into bed the morning after he ditched them," he points out. "I'm still so sorry about that. I owe you a proper handjob."