Anthony smiled, his eyes drifting closed as Sorin kissed him. God, he loved his boyfriend. Even such nice, little touches and kisses could send thrills of excitement through him, and wasn't that how it was supposed to be? Exciting and always wanting, missing, loving. When Sorin pulled away, Anthony let his eyes drift open again, slowly. "I love you," he whispered, placing another soft kiss on his boyfriend's lips.
"What if... What if he doesn't want to talk to me?" What he had done was five points beyond horrible. He couldn't even imagine Jamie wanting to be in the same part of the castle as him, let alone actually have a talk with him.
That didn't really matter right now though. It would come up eventually, and he would deal with it then. "All right is a relative term, don't you think?" He could come up with a million different words to describe what he was feeling besides all right. "Would you hand deliver them yourself, every day?"