The sort of what that denies blame. The sort of what that implies it is, in fact, unfathomable, even in hindsight. He draws the braid down, finally, tying it off with that stolen ribbon before smoothing his palm across the whole of her scalp, erasing any lingering flyaway strands.
"I was offering to sleep with her, too. It's not as if I was leaving her out in the cold."
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The sort of what that denies blame. The sort of what that implies it is, in fact, unfathomable, even in hindsight. He draws the braid down, finally, tying it off with that stolen ribbon before smoothing his palm across the whole of her scalp, erasing any lingering flyaway strands.
"I was offering to sleep with her, too. It's not as if I was leaving her out in the cold."