He's not given to flights of fancy. Or maybe its just because it doesn't bear thinking about, no matter how many times he sometimes rues what he's lost in himself.
'Why, where do you think we'd be?'
A sud is smoothed down blonde hair to his neck until its caught and rubbed back in. He loves doing this too.
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He's not given to flights of fancy. Or maybe its just because it doesn't bear thinking about, no matter how many times he sometimes rues what he's lost in himself.
'Why, where do you think we'd be?'
A sud is smoothed down blonde hair to his neck until its caught and rubbed back in. He loves doing this too.