[ Pure Vanilla isn't one to hate. But he finds he hates this, because he understands it. The call to something more. The maddening itch. His was never an actual pull, not until the Truth.
It makes him sigh, his shoulders slump a little. ]
I understand.
[ He squeezes her hand gently, before raising it to use his wrist to wipe at his eyes. Don't look at your father leaking. ]
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It makes him sigh, his shoulders slump a little. ]
I understand.
[ He squeezes her hand gently, before raising it to use his wrist to wipe at his eyes. Don't look at your father leaking. ]