"Fuck off, it's an emotional film." "C'mon, I'm not making fun." Orlando's hand found Sala's and squeezed gently. "I think it's rather sweet." "Yeah, yeah." "I'm serious. The fact that you can still cry over it speaks of its power. Right?" "I'm a great big geek like the others, then," Sala sighed. "Yeah," Orlando whispered. He leaned in, chest brushing against Sala's arm -- and his lips were warm, soft, promising on Sala's ear. "But you're my geek and that's what counts."
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