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Though he had just met Scott, Brian was going upstairs with him. This was one of those habits his father absolutely hated, but he wasn't ashamed of it anymore. Scott was an attractive man who hadn't judged him for being in NA and had listened to him. If that wasn't a good sign, then he really needed some more therapy.
"What sort of art do you like?" he asked, continuing their playful teasing from downstairs. They weren't really talking about art, though. He knew that, he liked that, though he would really paint on Scott if he had paint with him.
"What sort of art do you like?" he asked, continuing their playful teasing from downstairs. They weren't really talking about art, though. He knew that, he liked that, though he would really paint on Scott if he had paint with him.