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Ivar leans forward, replacing the fingertips tracing Dodger's scars with his lips, a feather-light touch. It's rare things like this are good between them, so he'll treasure the moment while he can.

"You mean questioning yourself or trying to change?" He kisses Dodger on the scar that runs through his eyebrow. "Dodger, as long as I've known you, you've always had a brutal, ruthless streak to you. No matter how hard you try and get rid of it, it'll always be there, lurking below the surface."

Ivar shrugs, leaning back a little so he can look into Dodger's eyes. "Does that include me?" Despite Ivar trying to hide the neediness in his voice, it's present there. What if Dodger starts trying to pull away from him, leave him the way everyone else in his life always has?

"Both, I guess."

He closes his eyes when Ivar kisses him, and answers by tugging him closer to kiss his lips. It's a decent answer, honestly. It tells him that he's always been trying to change, and it's never worked. He guesses that's his lot in life.

He opens his eyes when Ivar leans back, and studies his face somberly. He hears the neediness, and it weighs heavy on him like everything else. So many people need him, and he can't give all of them what they want. It's enough to make him miss being a heartless bastard.

"Who is John Galt." He answers after a bit too much hesitation, his gaze flickering away and his voice betraying a bit of nerves. He can't give Ivar the answer he wants, because he isn't sure himself.

Ivar snorts and he slaps Dodger's cheek lightly, playfully, though there's just the hint of an annoyed edge to the movement. "And you like to accuse me of just bullshitting people with my words." What had Dodger called it before? Psychobabble? "Can't fool someone who already knows how to twist the truth, Dodger."

But the answer does tell him enough and it hurts. Dodger is never going to be everything he needs. Ivar wishes he was, and if he was smart, he would have gotten out a long time ago. But it's too late now. He's in deep and is just gonna keep on going deeper with his boyfriend.

"Come here." He wraps his hands around Dodger's neck and pulls him back down onto the bed. "Just stay here with me a while." He won't say anything, just curl up and relax knowing Dodger is there beside him. Things are rarely alright between them, so Ivar will take what he can get in that regard.

Dodger blinks when he's slapped, but it gets a lopsided grin out of him. He knows he's hurting Ivar, and it's fucking awful. But this really is the best he can do and he just hopes Ivar knows that.

He lets Ivar pull him closer, and curls up against him as his skin heats up to a pleasant warmth. He shifts to press their foreheads together and lets out a quiet huff of laughter, as he settles in.

"You're just like a kid somethings, y'know that? ...It's really cute."

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