I know. We had a whole talk about that on the balcony. [Vildred's gaze softens, and he brings a hand up, freeing it from Ras' momentarily only to thread it through the other man's hair.] I still... want to spend the rest of my life with you.
[i'm calling the police can you Exit the fucking closet???]
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[i'm calling the police can you Exit the fucking closet???]