Before. Right now he wasn't honestly even sure what he was doing here. Ezra was too pretty and too perfect on the outside, and in recent months the inside hadn't done much else besides lash out at him.
Fuck it, though. And yolo. Or whatever. He flopped back onto the bed, stretching his arms out above his head, and looked at Ezra. Eyebrows raised.
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In his own way, Dante had tried.
Before. Right now he wasn't honestly even sure what he was doing here. Ezra was too pretty and too perfect on the outside, and in recent months the inside hadn't done much else besides lash out at him.
Fuck it, though. And yolo. Or whatever. He flopped back onto the bed, stretching his arms out above his head, and looked at Ezra. Eyebrows raised.