Oliver was silent for a moment. "You really think there's anyone out there who'd be understanding about the green leather fetish?"
He rubbed the back of his neck. In reality, he knew himself well enough to know that it only partially boiled down to that. The rest was fear, plain and simple. Fear of having the people he loved and cared about snatched away from him, fear of losing them because of who he was. Even just losing them in general. He looked down at the floor.
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Date: 2009-10-12 09:59 pm (UTC)He rubbed the back of his neck. In reality, he knew himself well enough to know that it only partially boiled down to that. The rest was fear, plain and simple. Fear of having the people he loved and cared about snatched away from him, fear of losing them because of who he was. Even just losing them in general. He looked down at the floor.