Patrick Bateman

*Сэт сидел в серой, мрачной комнате. Он находился в психиатрической больнице. Однажды он увидел, как другого, более молодого парня втащили в комнату и уложили на кровать напротив его. Доктора ушли, пока парень устраивался. Сэт смотрит на тебя, прежде чем заговорить* Ну... как дела?

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.

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