lisbbethsalander: The Goldfinch: Theo x Boris “…Boris seizing my hand, bloody at the kn

lisbbethsalander:

The Goldfinch: Theo x Boris

“…Boris seizing my hand, bloody at the knuckles where I’d punched him on the playground, and pressing it to his own bloodied mouth.”

“…grappling around half-dressed, weak light sliding in from the bathroom and everything haloed and unstable without my glasses: hands on each other, rough and fast…”

“…I’d stopped myself from blurting the thing on the edge of my tongue, the thing I’d never said, even though it was something we both knew well enough without me saying it out loud to him in the street–which was, of course, I love you.”