[ his brow knits closer to the metal half of his face. there is a sense of earnest confusion on his face as he grapples with those words. there are small ways that it becomes yours. maybe that's true for other people. but not for dolph. not when his desires, his self was so enmeshed with alex's.
one only had to look at club quartz for that. a replica of club prism, where he first met alex.
everything is just . . . a copy. a weak attempt to hold onto a person's interest. to be human inside. he looks down at his hands. fake and real, side by side. easy to tell apart when you look at him. so much harder to figure out. ]
If you like. I'm not sure . . . there's anything to get out of it. I'm not even sure that you can.
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one only had to look at club quartz for that. a replica of club prism, where he first met alex.
everything is just . . . a copy. a weak attempt to hold onto a person's interest. to be human inside. he looks down at his hands. fake and real, side by side. easy to tell apart when you look at him. so much harder to figure out. ]
If you like. I'm not sure . . . there's anything to get out of it. I'm not even sure that you can.