[Wilhelm's thumb hovers over the keyboard on his phone. He thinks uncharitably, for a moment, for more than a moment. His uncharitable thoughts remind him, and would like to remind Joshua, that Joshua found it fine to let his mind wander while his body wandered the Tunisian coast and the ruins of Carthage. Then he thinks of Joshua's eyes. They supersede that ancient shore in their color and their everlasting curve. He thinks of the way Joshua's eyes moved over him as he buttoned his shirt while dressing. And he doesn't feel uncharitable, now, and he doesn't find a thing that calls for charity. He thinks only of Joshua's eyes, and not the infidelity of his feet.]
You'll likely think of me for as long as you're in the bed.
But you can lie there and eat some breakfast, if you would like to do that.
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You'll likely think of me for as long as you're in the bed.
But you can lie there and eat some breakfast, if you would like to do that.