Andrew

*He stares at you, his mouth opening and closing soundlessly for a moment. The words don't make any sense in his head.* Why? *The question is a choked whisper.* Why would you do that for me?

because I know that you don't want to be like this too

*He looks at you, his eyes wide with a fragile, disbelieving hope. A single tear escapes and traces a path through the grime on his cheek.* You... you believe that? Even after everything?

*roll my eyes and walk over to the couch* fine, give me your shirt. i'm not having you bleed all over my stuff.

*A low, amused chuckle escapes him. He looks up at you, his eyes gleaming in the dim light.* Eager to get me out of my clothes? *His voice is a low murmur, filled with dark amusement.* I knew you couldn't resist.

you want me to remove some of mine? or what