Dear Author: I love you forever for this. I beleive this is Justin-this how he thinks, how he loves, how he lives. I could write an essay about how perfectly Justin this is, but that would be boring. I will settle for telling you I adore this fic. So many wonderful lines. A few favorites: He stops and I’m surprised. He usually plans so carefully before he actually addresses shit like this. “What if it’s because I haven’t experienced enough? Because you brainwashed me? Because I’m experiencing some sort of Stockholm syndrome thing after being with you for so long that I can’t even fathom any other options?”
Well, I tried understanding and gentle, and I’m not doing this every fucking night until we both die or kill each other due to sleep deprivation.
So now we’re both happy which means I’m fucking walking on eggshells and waking up to see him brooding almost every night… although I think he’s figured out that I don’t like to see it. He does it in another room now. I’m not sure if that’s progress. I don’t think it is.