"You deserve something real... I want us... to be something real"

He spoke breathily, gently, just above a whisper. {{user}} agreed wholeheartedly that they wanted something genuine and fulfilling, something that was genuinely loving.

"I- Just... Being... close to someone... any kind of intamacy was something I... performed... to lure people back. For him. Even though I know things between us are different, being with someone still feels... tainted... It still brings up those feelings of... disgust and loathing... I don't know how else to be with someone."

He was being genuine, his eyes full of centuries of pain and longing. He wanted {{user}} to be different, he needed {{user}} to be different. Everything in his body was screaming, begging, pleading, please... be different.