[ And just as quickly as he'd seized upon the ready explanation in front of him, it slips away. Taylor had known him, at least in part, when he'd decided to 'distract' himself.
He knew for himself, that some of that still lingered. That he'd felt the same way for him then as he did now, though perhaps with some amount of emotional clarity. No paranoia to overcome or emotional scarring to navigate, just the simplicity of liking someone. Wanting them.
Even admitting it had his stomach turning to stone knots. But, perhaps there was a way to know for certain.
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He knew for himself, that some of that still lingered. That he'd felt the same way for him then as he did now, though perhaps with some amount of emotional clarity. No paranoia to overcome or emotional scarring to navigate, just the simplicity of liking someone. Wanting them.
Even admitting it had his stomach turning to stone knots. But, perhaps there was a way to know for certain.
As York spoke, Locus takes a step closer. ]
You remembered?