[ For a moment he presses into the touch, letting out a sigh as his eyes drift closed. There's a soft huff, just a hint of that caring grumpiness he occasionally has. The kind of grump reserved for friends. ]
But you wouldn't forgive yourself?
[ His turn to lift, pressing a kiss to a spot on his neck below the jaw. ]
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But you wouldn't forgive yourself?
[ His turn to lift, pressing a kiss to a spot on his neck below the jaw. ]
You're pretty strong, to me.