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Trent: "I'm sorry. I haven't really been yelled at much since....." He sighed. "I'm sorry." He rested his head on Matt's chest and played with the loose fabric of his shirt.
Matt: "I did mean it, when I said you're perfection." He gently rubbed his back. "You are so loyal and kind and beautiful and talented and sweet and sexy and brave and strong and you're vulnerable, which I think is amazing. You don't hide anything from me. You don't want to hide anything from me."
Trent: "I'm weak. I'm too emotional."
Matt: "Shh," he whispered, continuing to rub his back. "You are so strong. You're so much stronger than me. And I love that you're emotional. I don't want a dead-pan boyfriend."
Trent: He smiled. "okay." His hands found his way to underneath Matt's shirt, his small fingers gently tracing all the muscles.
Matt: He blushed and leaned back against a tree. "I told you, perfection." He winced when Trent's hands got higher on his chest. "your hands are cold."
Trent: "Sorry!" He hugged him.
Matt: "It's okay. You wanna go have lunch at my house?"
Trent: "As long as you cook it." He giggled. "I'd burn everything."
Matt: "Sure, baby." He was glad that he wasn't mad or scared anymore.
Matt: "I did mean it, when I said you're perfection." He gently rubbed his back. "You are so loyal and kind and beautiful and talented and sweet and sexy and brave and strong and you're vulnerable, which I think is amazing. You don't hide anything from me. You don't want to hide anything from me."
Trent: "I'm weak. I'm too emotional."
Matt: "Shh," he whispered, continuing to rub his back. "You are so strong. You're so much stronger than me. And I love that you're emotional. I don't want a dead-pan boyfriend."
Trent: He smiled. "okay." His hands found his way to underneath Matt's shirt, his small fingers gently tracing all the muscles.
Matt: He blushed and leaned back against a tree. "I told you, perfection." He winced when Trent's hands got higher on his chest. "your hands are cold."
Trent: "Sorry!" He hugged him.
Matt: "It's okay. You wanna go have lunch at my house?"
Trent: "As long as you cook it." He giggled. "I'd burn everything."
Matt: "Sure, baby." He was glad that he wasn't mad or scared anymore.