Daemon let out a gasp and his eyes snapped open. He clutched onto Vladimir's shirt and buried his face in the man's neck, sobbing into the skin and dampening the man's shirt with his tears. He sniffled and hiccuped. He grabbed the man's shirt tighter and continued to let small sobs escape his lips as he tried to calm down. The hand that ran through his hair and now along his back was doing a lot to calm him faster. He sniffled and pressed himself to the man. "I-I'm so sorry... Please... Please don't make me leave.. I'll be good.. I love you Vladimir... I promise.." He sniffled.
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"Tick Tock, Jake. Time is Dead Kids."
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