He asked me when my conscious kicked in.
“Before anything happened, of course. I knew what you wanted, I knew what I was going to do. I can’t stop myself.”
He asked me if I wanted to come over.
“No, because you just want me to blow you. Yes, because [I want to] (I didn’t say this though) I enjoy hanging out with you.”
He told me he had no qualms. He wasn’t deceitful. If I have moral dissonance, it’s my problem (true).
Basically, fuck you. You’re terrible.
“You already did.”