[ His hand comes up so that he can wrap his fingers around Merrick's wrist, holding on to it loosely. He pulls it toward his face and lets his lips press against the palm with a faint sigh. ]
Y've always been too good to me, Shavera.
[ He's still quiet, though when his eyes open he isn't looking at Merrick so much as he is beyond him. ]
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Y've always been too good to me, Shavera.
[ He's still quiet, though when his eyes open he isn't looking at Merrick so much as he is beyond him. ]
How'd I get so lucky, I wonder...