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    There were things that needed to be discussed.
    Every passing day Atticus felt something fade and drift away, and that was his lover. He felt his relationship with his partner deminish and falter with all that had happened after his first death.
    Since his return as a dalmatian, the relationship between himself and his husband missed something and that void only grew with the time passing.



    In true reality, it was Atticus's fault
    His paranoia, his guilt that grew malignant within his core was truly what was ruining this romance.
    He was too guilty to approach Henry. He was too ashamed to admit anything. He was too paranoid to ask anything.



    He was scared asking Henry about their relationship would hurt his lover and quite evidently the moose had hurt him enough as is. There was an elephant in the room, it was evident. Attie's guilt and self-shame was taking a toll on the sustainability of this marriage, however, his paranoia made him blind



    What he thought, what he saw was that he wasn't worthy of Henry's love anymore.
    He felt that Henry deserved better and maybe he even wanted better.



    After a bit of time outside to collect himself and recite what he was going to adress, Atticus finally entered the home of himself and his husband, his head low, his expression neutral, his voice a little strained.
    "Henry... I need to talk to you."
    Even now, even before a conversation tears were still trying to force their way through.


    @Dr. Henry Hacksaw
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