Oh, this is so sad! And wonderful, but sad! I think this is the saddest paragraph I've ever read, but it encompasses everything I love about this:
For eight minutes Bryce in real life ignored the Berlin skyline and the unfamiliar room and the gun on the bedside table and the fake passport in his briefcase and the job he'd been sent to do, for eight minutes he pretended that Chuck still wanted to smile at him and whisper to him and fuck him until he cried and keened and wrapped his body around every inch of Chuck that he could reach, for eight minutes Bryce pretended it was 1999 and all of the lies he'd told Chuck were ones for which he could be forgiven.
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Date: 2011-05-02 10:10 pm (UTC)For eight minutes Bryce in real life ignored the Berlin skyline and the unfamiliar room and the gun on the bedside table and the fake passport in his briefcase and the job he'd been sent to do, for eight minutes he pretended that Chuck still wanted to smile at him and whisper to him and fuck him until he cried and keened and wrapped his body around every inch of Chuck that he could reach, for eight minutes Bryce pretended it was 1999 and all of the lies he'd told Chuck were ones for which he could be forgiven.
OW. FOR REALZ. But ♥♥♥♥♥.