That said, there is a contented sort of way that he breathes under the slow slide of the Ascian's fingertips that might, to some, be a sort of throaty exhale. A contented sort of throaty exhale. Quiet. Slow.
Never to be discussed.
"Mhm. Mine, obviously." There's no hesitation there, no moment of unsurety or nagging need.
"But what about the others? Or...anyone else in this world, for that matter."
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That said, there is a contented sort of way that he breathes under the slow slide of the Ascian's fingertips that might, to some, be a sort of throaty exhale. A contented sort of throaty exhale. Quiet. Slow.
Never to be discussed.
"Mhm. Mine, obviously." There's no hesitation there, no moment of unsurety or nagging need.
"But what about the others? Or...anyone else in this world, for that matter."