There was nothing unusual between Terence and me after that day, although for me personally, whatever was between us was always special. We met. After class, when I went to the cafe shop where he worked, or he came and waited for me in my faculty cafeteria while feeding the cats outside around there, or I deliberately came to his campus to pick him up. I never stayed at his apartment again, and he never came to my house again. I don't know. We felt close, but also distant. But, I didn't ask for more than that. I just wanted to keep seeing him, hearing his voice, or if I was luckier, being close and touching him. Right now, I was busy bandaging his injured hand that got caught in the barbed wire when he tried to feed a cat behind the fence. "Ouch, slow down, Alfred," he said, glaring at me, as I applied wound cleaning fluid to his hand. "It hurts!" I pressed the cleaning tissue quite hard, because I felt annoyed with him. He often thought nothing of the dangers of dealing with a
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