[His right hand slips up almost against his will, sliding into Cy's hair to cradle the man's head in at his shoulder, hiding the vulnerable expression that breaks across his own face.]
You don't know how long that will be. [Worse â] What if we don't have a choice? Either one of us could vanish tomorrow.
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Date: 2024-03-08 04:48 am (UTC)You don't know how long that will be. [Worse â] What if we don't have a choice? Either one of us could vanish tomorrow.
[A thought enough to torment him frequently.]