[He doesn't think directly about all the people that had been taken after he fucked, he hadn't been attached to them in the first place. But there still is an uneasiness that isn't only about himself. He doesn't want to leave him, and doesn't want Taryon to leave, either. This could be ephemeral. A dream. Taryon could still be mad at him. Taryon may not exist at all. He may wake up back in the Elfsong, return to being lonely, bitter, angry, focused only on vengeance and power no matter the cost.
He smiles at the tickle of his beard, and kisses his jaw.]
Me, too. [He chuckles.] Well, I do feel a little worse for wear, honestly, but only physically speaking.
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He smiles at the tickle of his beard, and kisses his jaw.]
Me, too. [He chuckles.] Well, I do feel a little worse for wear, honestly, but only physically speaking.