I’m not picky. You know me. I’m just as happy to sleep on the floor.
[Did Poe mean to say it like that, or was John’s drunk brain telling him what he wants to hear?
No, he probably didn’t. Poe never sleeps in this bed. It was just a convenient place for them to fuck. Why would he bother to change the sheets.
John had washed his bedding over and over, trying to get the smell of him out. Because he hated waking up with the memory of Poe beside him, only to open his eyes to an empty bed. When the scent of him was gone, really gone, John was even more lonely.
He looks around the mostly empty room with a half-smile.]
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[Did Poe mean to say it like that, or was John’s drunk brain telling him what he wants to hear?
No, he probably didn’t. Poe never sleeps in this bed. It was just a convenient place for them to fuck. Why would he bother to change the sheets.
John had washed his bedding over and over, trying to get the smell of him out. Because he hated waking up with the memory of Poe beside him, only to open his eyes to an empty bed. When the scent of him was gone, really gone, John was even more lonely.
He looks around the mostly empty room with a half-smile.]
I like what you’ve done with the place.