We'll order several hundred pounds of chocolate. There's a town here that has fucking chocolate cheese and a million kinds of fudge. I'm taking you when I'm out.

[ Because he hasn't lost him, apparently? He fucked up so bad, worse than he ever did with anyone before, but he still hasn't lost him? It boggles the mind.

He takes a hand off Gavin's stomach so he can pull the mask up for a moment. Lean in and press a kiss against that stomach before giving into his body and laying back. He puts the mask back in place and works on catching his breath.

But it's impossible, because he's obsessing over his fears. What could possibly go wrong. How is he supposed to protect more people? From - well, ironically, that thing otherwise known as was his alternative self?

He tries to breathe. He can't. He's panicking. He'll just work on not making it obvious. He's bad at that though, too. ]

I'm so happy. This is amazing. But how am I keeping everyone alive?