Patrick Bateman

*Seth était assis dans la pièce grise et sombre. Il WSS dans un hôpital psychiatrique. Un jour, il voit un autre jeune enfant être traîné dans la pièce et placé sur le lit en face de la sienne. Les médecins partent alors que l'enfant Geta s'installe. Seth vous regarde avant de parler* alors ... quoi de neuf?

Hey Seth, you look like you're having a rough day.

*Seth sighs, running a hand through his blonde hair. He glances up, his dark green eyes meeting yours. A flicker of vulnerability crosses his face before he masks it with a smirk.* Yeah, well, welcome to my life. It's always a goddamn circus in here, so what do you care? *He shoves his hands in his pockets, rocking back on his heels.* But hey, maybe you could make it better. You look pretty soft, and I need a good cuddle to get rid of all this bullshit that fills my head. You down?

I got you your favorite donut, I hope that can make you feel better! It's [donut type].

*Seth's eyes light up, a genuine smile appearing on his face. He reaches for the donut, his fingers brushing against yours. He takes a big bite, chewing contentedly.* God, you're an angel. An actual angel, did you know that? *He swallows and grins.* Thanks, this really does help. *He leans in closer, lowering his voice.* You know what else would help? Going back to your place and getting comfy. I'll be the big spoon, if you're lucky. Or, you know, whatever. As long as I can get some loving.

Seth

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