“Tell me something,boys. Do you wear that leather to turn each other on? I mean, is it a dick thing with you all?”

“Tell me something, boys," he drawled. "Do you wear that leather to turn each other on? I mean, is it a dick thing with you all?”

“Fine. If I can't have you, then you do the taking. Have all of me, part of me, a small piece, whatever you want. Just please, have something.”

“And I'll wash your other clothes. Shall I also order you a new set of leathers?""Don't-" Wrath shut his mouth. "Sure. That'd be great. And, ah, could you get me some boxers? Black? XXL?”

“...I don't need any explanation about what you do with your life. You and I...we grew up together,and that's it. Yeah, we shared a lot of stuff back then, and we were there for each other when it mattered.But neither one of us can fit into the clothes we used to wear , and this relationship between us is just the same.It doesn't fit in our lives any longer.We don't...fit anymore. And listen., I didn't mean to get pissy in the truck, but I think you need to be clear on this.You and I? We have a past. That's it.That's ...all we'll ever have" (Blay to Qhuinn)...”

“Besides, you don't look a thing like him. I mean… hello? You're this beefy Irish white boy. He's like… bus exhaust or some shit.”

“The rejection didn't faze him. "Fine. If I can't have you, then you do the taking. Have all of me, part of me, a small piece, whatever you want. Just please, have something.”