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</div><b>Name:</b>Hans Huisman<br/><b>Age:</b>27<br/><b>Sexuality:</b>Hetero Sexual<br/><b>Hometown:</b>Atlanta<br/><b>Date/Time:</b><br/>Monday, 5th of July 2021 | Afternoon<br/><b>Location:</b>Pub<br/><b>Wearing:</b>In pic<br/><b>Coupled With: </b><a class="username" data-user-id="9157" data-username="Sarita" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/9157/">Sarita</a><br/><b>Tagging </b><a class="username" data-user-id="9157" data-username="Sarita" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/9157/">Sarita</a><br/><br/>And there it was. The capitulation. Everyone had triggers, and once you knocked that down first domino, the enter set eventually came casting down. Most people had the one narrative that they spun over and over again, to make them feel comfortable with their own existence. To make sense of life. Sometimes it could be helpful and other times, it was a trap and a prison.<br/><br/>Hans sighed, and placed his hands on the table, drumming his fingers on thought for a moment.<br/><br/>"A simple answer, could have avoided all of this. But here we are..." He slowly got up, as well.  Every assumption Dom made was, inaccurate. Thinking he needed someone to faun over him? He just wanted someone honest with themselves. And open enough to want to respond, instead of just dodging and weaving and painting their picture of what was going on.<br/><br/>He looked over at the ocean, "I can't be on your side, if you won't even answer me. If you are not even honest with yourself. So pardon my own skepticism. you seem to be more content with throwing resistance when things are not going your way than, and engaging in meaningful conversation." He placed his hands on his hips and shrugged. Dom really needed to grow up a bit, maybe deal with some inner demons.. he wasn't sure ultimately, it was the most healthy  relationship to be a part of.<br/><br/>"But this conversation has revealed a lot. I did trust you, but now I'm uncertain, and I'm sure you are as well." Hans was disappointed, it was such a simple thing, something that required maturity. Perhaps on both ends to a degree.