[ David thought he was ready for the truth, but the admission still feels like a blow. For a moment it looks like he's going to say something, but he doesn't. He just looks away, blinks hard to keep from crying, and tries to wipe surreptitiously at the corner of his eye where a tear has gotten away from him. ]
I love you, too.
[ For a long stretch, he doesn't know what else to say. He sits down on the edge of their bed, rubs his face with his hands, and then looks up at Patrick. He tries not to look mournful. He tries to smile.
It isn't the end of his world if he doesn't make it the end of the world. ]
That's why I-- I can't tell you not to. That isn't love. [ But he hesitates, because David has never been sure about these things. ] Right?
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I love you, too.
[ For a long stretch, he doesn't know what else to say. He sits down on the edge of their bed, rubs his face with his hands, and then looks up at Patrick. He tries not to look mournful. He tries to smile.
It isn't the end of his world if he doesn't make it the end of the world. ]
That's why I-- I can't tell you not to. That isn't love. [ But he hesitates, because David has never been sure about these things. ] Right?