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He's always thought Phillip was pretty, delicate, easy to push around like a quiet puppy. Pathetic, really, but Brandon liked to play with him like putty in his hands. Phillip, in turn, seemed to like being played with– or, at least, tolerated it. Brandon figured it was the former. No sane person would have stuck around otherwise.
Especially not for this, of all things. Phillip had the rope pulled firm around David's neck like a good little solider, though his hands were shaking, and his lip quivering, and– oh, how delightful that look was! Just wonderful, wonderful–
David at last fell limp. He was still warm as Brandon pushed him into the chest, smiling at the sight of him still. Phillip looked at his hands, his eyes empty, and perhaps it was this and not David that was the most wonderful sight in all the world.
They'd go to Connecticut, after this party. Brandon began to think that he'd have the most wonderful time out there, just him and Phillip. He suspects that he might not want to ever come back.