#这里有一些火星文#
当Mark的手指扣住Sebastian手腕的那一瞬间，他就后悔了。立刻就后悔了。他们会争吵，会争执，常常互相大喊大叫、互相背叛，甚至有一次还扔过一把椅子，但他们不会触碰彼此。触碰意味着越界。

The moment Mark locks his fingers around Sebastian’s wrist he regretted it. Instantly. They fought, they argued, there was often screaming, back stabbing and on one occasion a chair being thrown, but they didn’t touch. Touching was crossing a line.

马克不禁想也许他们早已心照不宣，把搭档第一年的那段时光一并忘却了。那是在所有争吵和歇斯底里的怒吼开始之前。那段如今已经短暂得仿佛不存在的日子里，没有争吵，只有笑容，Sebastian的天真，还有过多的、掺杂了该死感情的星爱。那段时间Sebastian总想说服他，说他们“在一起了”，说他爱他。只是，这份爱还不足以让他在土耳其那次微不足道的碰撞之后依然继续爱着他。

Mark wonders if they have both decided that the first year of their partnership just gets forgotten by both of them. That bit before all the yelling and fighting. That now brief period where there was no yelling, just smiles, Seb’s innocence and far too much sex with fucking feelings involved. That period of time where Sebastian tried to convince him they were ‘a thing’ and that he loved him. Just not enough to love him after their tiny collision in Turkey.

The End? By Geri_Lea