You want to poof it or ride back with me?

he(Quinn)put his hand out to his friend. “I’ll lay my life down for you.With or Without that piece of paper

Put on your big girl pants and deal.

In so many ways, he had wanted this his whole life—or at least ever since he’d survived his transition and had any sexual impulse at all. This moment was the culmination of countless daydreams and innumerable fantasies, his secret desire made manifest.

In his fantasy, he kissed his best friend again, pulled back, and… “I love you,” he said into the spray of the shower. “I… love you.” As he closed his eyes against the pain, it was hard to know how much of what ran down his cheeks was water, and how much was something else.

We don’t have to talk about Zsadist. That’s okay. He’s the most interesting part of me.

And bottom line, without John by her side, everything seemed to be just a big, resounding meh.