[ Coffee midway from counter to mouth, Bastien pauses, considering that. It's not a way he's thought about himself. But he isn't very good at thinking about himself — analytically, anyway — so — ]
Yeah.
[ A long drink. A savoring swallow. ]
There's not anything in me that wants to be free of you. Do you doubt that?
no subject
Yeah.
[ A long drink. A savoring swallow. ]
There's not anything in me that wants to be free of you. Do you doubt that?