[The touch is so soft as to feel like it's lingering on the skin. He can't help but turn toward it. Like a moth to flame, he's always been drawn to things like that, even as much as he has attempted to deny it.]
[His red gaze fixes on Daan, two eyes to one, and doesn't falter away this time.]
...I've done a lot wrong in my life. Nothing but wrong. [He swallows - it feels heavy in his throat.] So...I do.
[He won't admit he cares, but guilt? He'll admit to that over and over until he chokes on it.]
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[His red gaze fixes on Daan, two eyes to one, and doesn't falter away this time.]
...I've done a lot wrong in my life. Nothing but wrong. [He swallows - it feels heavy in his throat.] So...I do.
[He won't admit he cares, but guilt? He'll admit to that over and over until he chokes on it.]