"Tons, actually," Jag admitted with a quick purse of his lips. "I've only ever been in one," let's call a spade a spade, "relationship like that, and it's made me realise - it wasn't exactly... 'safe and sane'. I mean, I'm all right, it's just. It's weird, looking back on it now." Why was he saying this to a bloke he barely knew? He made a face. "I need a cigarette." He patted his pockets and found his pack. "Do you smoke?"
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Date: 2015-12-24 12:50 am (UTC)