[ A handwritten message in Dorian's scrawling, flowing script: ]
Barry,
You asked that I make contact when I felt up to seeing you again. I should say that time is now. Whatever my other feelings, I have missed you so much these last few months that refusing to see you for any reason seems wrong. We finally exist on the same planet again, and I should be grateful even for that much. Let me see your face, and I am certain that some truth will make itself known.
This is beginning to sound too much like a particularly insipid poem. Please come before I reach that point, from which I am certain there is no returning to the world of more tasteful pining.
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branchandroot
whenever this happens (several days after the other thing)
Date: 2019-05-07 03:38 am (UTC)Barry,
You asked that I make contact when I felt up to seeing you again. I should say that time is now. Whatever my other feelings, I have missed you so much these last few months that refusing to see you for any reason seems wrong. We finally exist on the same planet again, and I should be grateful even for that much. Let me see your face, and I am certain that some truth will make itself known.
This is beginning to sound too much like a particularly insipid poem. Please come before I reach that point, from which I am certain there is no returning to the world of more tasteful pining.
Yours,
Dorian