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I can feel hie my reaction

“It’s like,” he starts in a low rasp He has to stop and s Then he bites the inside of his cheek as he looks at the wall and whispers, “There are disabled people who cope better than me Is that what you want?” His eyes flit to h the night? Sometimes can’t eat or…be places? Is that really what you want?”

A tear drops froot here Until you I went off all that medicine because I didn’t need it But now I can’t sleep without you” His voice breaks on that “Is that what you want? At college?” Tears spill down his cheeks as he presses his lips together

“At so, too And I won’t be able to—” He starts breathing harder “I like everything we’ve done,” he whispers “But I’m not a real person”

He puts a palot off that stuff, my dick is stuck in overdrive I have to jerk off like five ti that a for me?”

His eyes burn into uy Go live it up Go off to college, find a—”

I can’t help it I straddle his legs, about to wrap hi before I realize what he just said abouthi one other I wipe some tears off his cheeks

“Letthat’ll shock you, Ezra For one—” I laugh “I’m disabled Epilepsy is a disability Keeps people fro Gives people seizures Mandatoryat someone with a disability When I was sick, you took care of ood; you’re in pain And you’re saying I can ht, too I’ll suck your dick ten times a day if you want If I can cure depression for you with a blow job, sign ht You think helping you feel good could ever be a burden to me?”

He shrugs His eyes, bright fro, hold onto mine His voice is a whisper “I don’t want to be”

He squeezes his eyes shut, and more tears drip down his cheeks

“You could never be” I kiss the tears off I kiss his eyes “You think knowing you’re hurt like thisbut try to help you feel good?”

I brush his lips withwith el I can’t drive a car That host me, kick me to the curb? Do you want soe? Someone whose brain doesn’t sometimes just do weird shit?”

“No” His face is grave as our gazes hold

“Do I seem shallow to you?” I ask softly

“No,” he whispers