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“I’ll be glad if you did.” Cresil replied with a subtle smile.
The smile had left instantly when he heard Aoki speak of the place. Clenching his jaw and fists, Cresil shook his head and very softly cupped Aoki’s chin with his hand, looking into his eyes. “That’s enough for today. Come on, let’s eat and drink, it’s getting late.” Cresil whispered, kissing the demons lips for just a second before putting his arm around his waist, holding him a little so he’d be able to walk with some support.
He wasn’t going to push it. No matter what he went through, Cresil wouldn’t want Aoki to relive those memories if they bothered him that much.
“Think you can walk downstairs by yourself?” Cresil questioned.
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"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?"
~Ernest Gaines
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