Duck Lake are you worth your weight in gold, cause you're behind my eyelids when i'm all alone

He definitely wanted to crawl into a hole and die now. Um, sort of? He managed to choke out. The answer was definitely yes, but he couldn't just say that. Obviously. He wondered briefly if his seeming obsession with the male would abate in the wake of an affair— it didn't seem likely to happen, but he thought maybe it would have.
Mahler's next words inspired another wave of anxiety despite the lack of judgment to his tone. I'm not really ummmm the 'marriage type', He offered awkwardly. 'Rolling about with strangers' was about the extent of his relationship capabilities. And even if he had been inclined to make such a mistake again, Mahler would not have been his first choice. At least, not for that. For a 'roll', though? Mmm.