[His groan is audible. Loud. Pained as anything and muffled by the presence of his hands.
There— there— do you see it, Leto? One more shining example as to why he loves you? Why you're so damned perfect that it stings? Why he feels— so often— like the nightmare in your shadow, and, if not that, then at the very least the embittered beast that makes things difficult. Haunted by the chatter of Leto's packmates on a good day, and by the echoes of his past on all the worst.
Must you. Must you. Must you.]
Well you do upset me. And hurt me. And vex— you vex.
[The reality of caring. Of love. Of life, beside a broken thing that is and always will be broken.]
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There— there— do you see it, Leto? One more shining example as to why he loves you? Why you're so damned perfect that it stings? Why he feels— so often— like the nightmare in your shadow, and, if not that, then at the very least the embittered beast that makes things difficult. Haunted by the chatter of Leto's packmates on a good day, and by the echoes of his past on all the worst.
Must you. Must you. Must you.]
Well you do upset me. And hurt me. And vex— you vex.
[The reality of caring. Of love. Of life, beside a broken thing that is and always will be broken.]