It wasn't often that Luke could muster a sad look. Actually, he wasn't really sure if it was him making his eyebrows lift or if he was mimicking the way he thought he was supposed to react.
He didn't want to date someone that fucked around. He didn't want to be friends with someone that had other people come first. He knew that was bad of him. He knew it was really wrong, because if he said that out loud, Axel was gone.
He dropped his crust into the dish and sat back.
"Saturday nights. I'll take you out. And you can do whatever you want for the rest of the time but Saturday nights are mine. We'll get something better than this shit. Real Italian. And you can think of something you hate that I'll melt."
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It wasn't often that Luke could muster a sad look. Actually, he wasn't really sure if it was him making his eyebrows lift or if he was mimicking the way he thought he was supposed to react.
He didn't want to date someone that fucked around. He didn't want to be friends with someone that had other people come first. He knew that was bad of him. He knew it was really wrong, because if he said that out loud, Axel was gone.
He dropped his crust into the dish and sat back.
"Saturday nights. I'll take you out. And you can do whatever you want for the rest of the time but Saturday nights are mine. We'll get something better than this shit. Real Italian. And you can think of something you hate that I'll melt."