The kiss that Taj gave him seemed to burn, but the 'love you' that preceeded it hurt more. He just didn't know how to feel about those words anymore; before Taj and his brothers had come along in the foster home, love meant nothing but 'you're a good screw' to Andy. After that it had meant being treasured and feeling that same awe for someone that they felt for you, pressed heart to heart with Taj and being close in a way that had nothing to do with fucking. It had been too good to be allowed to last though and now, love only meant the connection he had to all his brothers and there was no such thing as romance, even though he'd been conflicted about Adrian lately.
Taj was saying it to him now and he believed it, but he was still hurting from Taj's threat to leave, from the heavy feelings he'd had, the dark road he'd been winding down and his trialled and failed separation from Taj - it wasn't the same anymore, but Andy tried to pretend that it was because he wanted so badly for it to be. Fuck was he tired.
He nodded and got up to follow, like he would do anywhere.