[ she has no good reason not to, sour mood aside. that's what she tells herself as she tucks her arm through his. her body language remains a little stiff, not quite leaning into him, not leaning on him. whatever had brought her out here, sent her rushing after the thessyx, she doesn't want to share this with him. ]
You like your secrets, don't you? [ a little sharp around the edges. how many had he kept from her, at this point? how many more did he have? and he seemed to enjoy it, a little bit. the surprise. the power. ]
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You like your secrets, don't you? [ a little sharp around the edges. how many had he kept from her, at this point? how many more did he have? and he seemed to enjoy it, a little bit. the surprise. the power. ]