<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">Roger plopped down on his bed. It was better than a cot, but not comfortable like a regular bed. Still, it felt like a king's bed after a long day of manual work. He lazily watched George move through his routine and after being incarcerated and living in close quarters again, no amount of nakedness from George ever made him feel awkward; maybe aroused from time to time, but an acceptance of, even a taste for, intimate interaction with men was also something he acquired in system. The lack of women in Valhalla didn't help. There were a few, all spoken for, and if Roger was honest with himself, which he was, he found George more enticing than any of them. He kept that to himself, or at least he had so far, because alienating the one person he could always get along with would be foolish. <br/>
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The thoughts wandered around his head and he wondered just what George would think or say if he knew the kind of things that went through his mind sometimes. Would he be angry? Freaked out? Disgusted? George seemed way to laid back for that. Roger doubted the man could muster an ounce of anger over him anymore. The man had a really kind, sweet kind of heart; especially after his family. Maybe he'd freak out a little, just because it would have to be at least a little of a shock to find out. Disgusted was another reaction he doubted he'd get from George. Concern, sure, George would want to talk about it and all that kind of mature adult stuff, try to get to the root cause, try to make him feel ok about his feelings, etcetera. It would be the kind of feel good t.v. show talk that's meant to help and not hurt. Yeah, he could almost visualize how it would go if he ever told George that sometimes he scandalously popped a boner for him.<br/>
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"Blahhhhhhhh..." he groaned loudly from what had become the coziest spot ever in his bed. "I don't want to go to this thing. Why don't you go and tell 'em I feel like shit and I'm sleeping. Not completely a lie. Then bring me back some food."</span>