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Tony should not think of Mr. Rogers in such capacity, without remembering the unpleasant past occurrences, yet he could not disregard the words spoken by him in this instance, brushes of contact that are undeniably courteous .
Surely, their mutual deeply rooted dislike that presented itself from the first time they had shared the displeasure of making acquaintance has grown into something more delicate, his distaste losing its passion with each occasion.
Yet he was astonished by the mere implications such words carried.
“I can no longer repress my amorous affection towards you in the guise of harshly spoken words. I firmly believe such circumstances that love this overbearing can only come upon a person once”.
After silence stretched between them for several minutes, the unhappy alternative before Tony compelled him. To his utter amazement, the desire triumphed over any sensibility he carried, his feelings shadowing them.
“Dare not deny how harsh and unjust your words towards me have been Mr. Rogers.” Eventually he spoke, the balmy brush of their hands not at any time ceasing to stop. “Yet I have no wish of denying that I also have many times tried to conceal my adoration for you under bitter accusations myself.”
Mr Rogers held out his hand, carrying an unspoken offer by such a gesture. “I could only long for a lifetime to right my wrongs with the pleasure of your presence.”