[Fuck. Fuck, no, we are not doing this. Not now. Not when he's stuck here, unable to ignore it away.

Maybe that confession would have been okay not even an hour ago. Maybe he would have grinned, ruffled Diarmuid's hair, and told him he didn't know if he could get it up for Diarmuid, but they'd always be like brothers. It would have been okay. He's sure it would have been okay.

Now it just makes him angry, because "I love you" doesn't make this better.]

It's not a fucking joke, though I wanna ask you the same fucking thing.