"I've learned not to question things that I can't be sure of," Grell gave the other's hand a squeeze. "We come from so many different worlds and times. Maybe he isn't the right one?"
Grell perches himself in Marco's lap, because he wants to, and wraps his arms around a strong neck. "You're friends aren't gone though. Not completely."
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Grell perches himself in Marco's lap, because he wants to, and wraps his arms around a strong neck. "You're friends aren't gone though. Not completely."