( he reaches out, tucking his hair behind his ear. his fingers linger over the shell of it, the traces down the line of his jaw. he has endured so much, but he's still so fragile, so vulnerable.
he presses soft kisses to his forehead, so gentle. )
Let me arrange something. ( he murmurs against his forehead, fully intending to leverage on his position to give his beloved the best care that he needs. ) I know a few people.
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he presses soft kisses to his forehead, so gentle. )
Let me arrange something. ( he murmurs against his forehead, fully intending to leverage on his position to give his beloved the best care that he needs. ) I know a few people.