[Sam260]

Aryin shook his head slowly "I can't... I won't be able to work... not... not like this... They'll fire me for sure if they ever found out." Aryin choked on the words, another sob ripping from his throat -- all he ever wanted, after the death of that man when he was eight, was to be a good guy... It didn't work out that way, necessarily, but he was living his dream now, and he had a hard time thinking about giving it up.

Aryin sighed and bit at his bottom lip "I... If I'm honest, I wanted to get attached to you - be attached with you... from the moment I saw you." he took a shuddering breath, once again almost gagging on the overwhelming scent of Larry's cologne "There was just... something different about you... something that made me follow you into the kitchen... Couldn't explain it then, and still can't now."

Aryin rubbed his hand over Larry's chest as they laid down in the bed together, he felt a bit of relief being flat again; upright was just not at all a comfortable position, and it helped to be in someone's arms - even if that someone was upset, betrayed, and deceived. Larry was still here and that was all that mattered to Aryin at the moment. If it weren't for Larry's cologne, Aryin would have easily been able to fall asleep in this man's arms.

"My father... I can't tell if he's going to be thrilled to hear the news of his first grandchild being born..." he took a shaky breath and closed his eyes "or if he's going to want to kill you or both of us..."