But I'm yours now, is what he wants to say, aren't I supposed to be yours now? Only he can't explain even to himself why that feels like it stands against the entire concept of other people. People who -- who might --
He grasps hold of the one definite thing Max says, you aren't allowed to let anyone else take my place as that, and it feels like a life raft.
"If you want me to," he says, and that's firmer, if still unsteady. "Are, are there any ... any other people who belong to you?"
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But I'm yours now, is what he wants to say, aren't I supposed to be yours now? Only he can't explain even to himself why that feels like it stands against the entire concept of other people. People who -- who might --
He grasps hold of the one definite thing Max says, you aren't allowed to let anyone else take my place as that, and it feels like a life raft.
"If you want me to," he says, and that's firmer, if still unsteady. "Are, are there any ... any other people who belong to you?"