[ He mumbles, snuggling closer still. As though being pressed as close as possible would make up for the nights apart, the years between letters and visits. He wrote when he could- it wasn't often safe to write. If he had been around more often, spoken more, helped more-
Perhaps they would have gotten sick of one another. Who knows? ]
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[ He mumbles, snuggling closer still. As though being pressed as close as possible would make up for the nights apart, the years between letters and visits. He wrote when he could- it wasn't often safe to write. If he had been around more often, spoken more, helped more-
Perhaps they would have gotten sick of one another. Who knows? ]
Mmm. What if you like them as well?