little butterfly kisses that speak of worship and love. OD sheds tears at all the love that he has never had before, hands grabbing at SP, wanting to hold hands to ground himself. SP tenderly kisses his tears away, and holds his hands as if he was something fragile, something to be cherished.

OD in turn, also has days where he's back on the rooftop ledge, back inside the lonely train. His eyes glaze over, as if he is far away, and on those days SP picks him up gently and holds him sweetly in bed. They don't fuck – instead, they make love. SP leaves kisses everywhere,

saying "mine mine mine mine mine". OD in turn leaves scratch marks all over SP's back, as if trying to ground him, reassure him that this is real, that he's his.

but there are days in which they both need reassurance in different ways. When SP is caught up in his own head and depressed, OD pulls him into his embrace and lets him fuck him rough and deep for hours, his hands leaving bruises everywhere as if he was staking a claim,

what makes him happy is when SP is also happy and content, and because of that they find out that they're super compatible because they both like it rough and have a very dom/sub relationship etc.

So when they start getting intimate, SP has all these desires but he really tones it down for OD because he doesn't want to hurt his precious star. But of course, since OD has spent an eternity observing SP, he catches on immediately. OD basically makes it clear to SP that

the classic unreadable doctor’s handwriting 😭😭😭