And then he traced a finger along my jawline, over the 'Per Aspera Ad Astra' tattoo. It lingered by my chin for a moment as he spoke, "I like this one best."
In my mind he was smiling. But, really, he could have been frowning, grimacing, glaring... anything, and I wouldn't have noticed, because my stomach was churning and I felt lightheaded and I never wanted him to withdraw his hand. All sorts of things I'd never felt before began bubbling up inside of me; I'm pretty sure this was the moment Faggot-Josh was born.
Part of me (I couldn't tell you exactl