All right, suppose I did. Then what? Would you want to live in Cardiff with me? Would you want to start over at this point of your life? Would you like being an expatriate?
And while, the UK is one of the more gay-tolerant countries around it's still not perfect; would you be able to handle being out, and possibly being discriminated against because of it? Or would you want to stay closeted, because that's what you're used to?
And would you want me to leave Torchwood? Because that presents an entire set of problems on its own.
There are no easy answers to any of this, and there's still the fact that, really, you and I have never met. And while I have no doubt (particularly after this last weekend) that we'll get along famously in person, what if I'm wrong?
All I can really ask of you at this point is schedule leave, and we'll meet up somewhere--you can come here, or I'll come to the States--and we'll . . . find out whatever there is to find out.
God, sometimes I hate being an adult. I wish I could just grab you and hold onto you and fuck all the rest of this.
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And while, the UK is one of the more gay-tolerant countries around it's still not perfect; would you be able to handle being out, and possibly being discriminated against because of it? Or would you want to stay closeted, because that's what you're used to?
And would you want me to leave Torchwood? Because that presents an entire set of problems on its own.
There are no easy answers to any of this, and there's still the fact that, really, you and I have never met. And while I have no doubt (particularly after this last weekend) that we'll get along famously in person, what if I'm wrong?
All I can really ask of you at this point is schedule leave, and we'll meet up somewhere--you can come here, or I'll come to the States--and we'll . . . find out whatever there is to find out.
God, sometimes I hate being an adult. I wish I could just grab you and hold onto you and fuck all the rest of this.