"Ah. Touche." No, Aleister had no frame of reference. The closest he ever felt to that sort of love was his mother and it was never mutual. In fact, he could barely remember what it was like to not feel entirely bitter and angry towards her. The softness of love had long since turned into a bluntness that never quite penetrate him.

Truth was, he had no idea what it was like for Bobby and a desperate part of him wished he knew.

Why didn't he get these feelings? Why did no one want him like that? Ah, yes, the whole part about being a loser and an asshole. He'd rather have the pain if it meant he got to feel something good for once. Fuck. Now he was upset. He didn't say anything, out of concern he'd say the wrong thing, so he just leaned back and looked off away from Bobby.