[ It doesn't, how can it? It never does. He wants to reach out and take those scars and peel them open, look inside. Which ones are significant, and which ones are surgical? He knows he has plenty of both.
He's silent for a long moment, staring. Calculating. He could push, but they are in public. He wants to push, but there's no rush to the finish line for this... arrangement that they have. If he pushed, he would snap back, he thinks.
They've both exposed wounds today. Their pasts hang like specters over them. ]
You should know me by now, Vergilius. [ He keeps his tone light. ] Am I ever satisfied?
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[ It doesn't, how can it? It never does. He wants to reach out and take those scars and peel them open, look inside. Which ones are significant, and which ones are surgical? He knows he has plenty of both.
He's silent for a long moment, staring. Calculating. He could push, but they are in public. He wants to push, but there's no rush to the finish line for this... arrangement that they have. If he pushed, he would snap back, he thinks.
They've both exposed wounds today. Their pasts hang like specters over them. ]
You should know me by now, Vergilius. [ He keeps his tone light. ] Am I ever satisfied?