[ As strung out as he is at this moment, the precise ways in which you respond to him - particularly the ghost of your presence slipping between his own thoughts, filling the well of his brain with your memories alongside his own - is more than enough to throw him.
Fuck, he needs you so damned much, it's... ]
Will you? Please?
[ He's turned his face up towards yours as he says that, his eyes as pleading as the note in his voice. ]
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Fuck, he needs you so damned much, it's... ]
Will you? Please?
[ He's turned his face up towards yours as he says that, his eyes as pleading as the note in his voice. ]