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The sudden shift in tone of the conversation brought a small frown to Roman's face. He took the hand on his chest with his own and laced his fingers with Samuel's, squeezing it gently as he considered the question he had been asked. It was something he thought about a lot, and something that both saddened him and royally pissed him off, because he was sick of being treated like he was not equal to other people.
"Yeah, its a lot more difficult to adopt kids if you're not married," he affirmed. Roman shifted so he was laying on his side and he then laid his head on Samuel's chest, using his boyfriend's muscled torso as a pillow and kissing him on the collarbone.
"But I do honestly think that gay marriage will be legalised sooner than later," he assured Samuel. And he did think that, he was speaking the truth. "Most western countries have legalised it by now and it's a fucking embarrassment that we haven't. We're literally a laughing stock already, so we have to add intolerant to the list of stereotypes about us?"
Roman's voice was growing agitated but he managed to calm himself down.
"And if it's not legalised then we'll get married in Spain and adopt some sweet little kids from Africa and bring them back here. Or, like, if London wants to be a surrogate mother you can knock her up so we can have a kid as genetically close to the both of us as possible. That's a joke, by the way, I wouldn't let you knock up my sister."