Walden didn't think of it like that at all. He wasn't sure what they were, but it wasn't fucking that. "I'm not like them," he growled. "I don't have a fucking wife. It's not -- I'm not disgusting."
Walden pushed Rabastan against the door, closing it again. "You -- you're my friend," he told Rabastan, looking down at him. "I want to be your friend. I don't want to be like that. Some prick who just shoves it in you. I'm not like that."
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