[ Their life is magical. Inherent in what each of them is in the theatre, they are beings of magic. Yet there is something in the magic of love that he finds to be truly awe inspiring. To speak these words, to have them shared, and to feel that connection between them in a kiss, that is the magic he aches for each and every day. One with its own kind of addiction and he's glad to be consumed by it.

Lifting his chin, offering his throat to Chris, offering himself in every moment they have together as he grips one arm as if uncertain his legs will continue to hold him up. ]

I think you are putting images in my head that are truly making it hard for me to think. I think I need you, and if you want to see if I can focus on the man I love while he's being wicked, then so be it.