[With his clean hand, he cups Aymeric's face, looking over at him to truly drink in how lovely he is right now. Cheeks still pink, sweat on his brow, and their spend a perfect painted mess over him. There isn't anything more beautiful than that right now to him.
So finely he has taken Aymeric apart, he keeps his word: he shall put him back together again. And he would not succeed in that by simply leaving.]
You shall have me for as long as you need. Would you let me hold you?
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[With his clean hand, he cups Aymeric's face, looking over at him to truly drink in how lovely he is right now. Cheeks still pink, sweat on his brow, and their spend a perfect painted mess over him. There isn't anything more beautiful than that right now to him.
So finely he has taken Aymeric apart, he keeps his word: he shall put him back together again. And he would not succeed in that by simply leaving.]
You shall have me for as long as you need. Would you let me hold you?