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positivelyprimeval:

henrygordon:

Henry: But you DO have control over this. You have a clinical diagnosis, yes, but you also have medication and treatments to counteract that diagnosis that you have not taken until today! You do not wish to correct your behavior, you wish to have a clinical excuse to rape me whenever you please and expect forgiveness. 

Charlie: Henry, the medication doesn’t help right away, nor does it do much other than help with my violent mood swings right now… The doctors said it would take time and it might not even work at all. They say it’s hard to treat this. I have been taking it, all week. I do wish to correct it, please stop saying that… I’m very sick and I know it… I don’t expect forgiveness, I just told you that. I don’t want to rape you. I want to make love with you, I want it to be consensual. And somewhere in my fucked up mind, I become possessed by the idea that it is something you want, too. It’s so real, Henry… It seems so real…

Henry: Stop it! It is NOT real don’t you dare even begin on that subject, how dare you even BEGIN to imply that that is real? This is the exact sort of thing I have been speaking of…

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Thursday Apr 4 @ 01:09am
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