Kildeer Rest john my beloved

He couldn't help the soft sigh of relief at the negative response— but he tensed again at the question, finding himself at a loss. Alarian couldn't see why it made any difference who he slept with; maybe Ulf thought the stranger was ugly, and was... offended? Somehow?
I don't know, He admitted, a little exasperated— but he was being honest. He was there. He wanted me. I— everything is falling apart and I just wanted to feel... wanted. And there it was— out in the open. None but Ulf could have drawn such immediate honesty from Alarian. He regretted it immediately of course; surely if he hadn't been disgusted before, he would be now.