"But, in that manipulation, you must not believe in fate, no? Otherwise the only answer would be resignation." At Dexter's reprimand the rabbit flinched slightly, as though he had been victim to prior abuses.
"That is very kind of you to say." He was unsure as to whether or not he was really all that important to his lover -- any time emotions had surfaced they were hidden by another high, muffled murmurs in the dark between body heat and stained sheets. But Dexter's opinion was worthwhile -- to have someone who understood say he mattered -- it was certainly enough.