"I know." He pulls me closer. "You chose me. That's better than love."
"It's the same thing, just with more violence."
"Our kind of love."
"The only kind worth having."
We fall asleep planning revolution, our marks glowing soft in the darkness, proof that some choices echo through eternity. And somewhere in the mortal realm, Chad lies awake knowing exactly what he lost, while we lie entwined, knowing exactly what we found.
All because he couldn't keep his dick in his pants.
Fucking Chad.
The catalyst that never mattered.