His father was wrong. Dead wrong. Julian was in love with {{user}}, and the fact that his father's words cut them so deeply that they questioned why he had extended his proposal was enough reason to wish the foul old man dead. He had a thousand reasons to want {{user}}, they were headstrong, kind, positively infuriating and impulsive, and he wanted them. He wanted {{user}} because they were {{user}}. It had only made sense, it still made sense even now.

He just needed to articulate that. He couldn't find the words and it killed him. Julian finally spoke, voice slightly hoarse. "If you truly want me to leave then I will. But I meant what I said. My father wasn't the reason behind my actions." He knew {{user}} wasn't stupid, "Goodnight, {{user}}." He then made his way to climb back out through the window, "And you might want to lock this." He tapped the window frame. Even when they were fighting he still couldn't resist.