It's on the tip of his tongue to argue, but in the end Bobo merely nods. "I do. Actually, I think a lot." Which is so odd for him as well. It's only been months since Willa's betrayal, since he had spent years only knowing that he would never love again. Finding he might be capable of it is odd.
He chuckles at that, but it has a wry edge. "Because he trusts me. Like genuinely, truly has faith in me. I don't even trust me," he says, rolling his eyes. "And you're very good, but we don't have sex anymore," he teases, because that's easier than emotions.
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He chuckles at that, but it has a wry edge. "Because he trusts me. Like genuinely, truly has faith in me. I don't even trust me," he says, rolling his eyes. "And you're very good, but we don't have sex anymore," he teases, because that's easier than emotions.