[There's a small grin at that, and he closes his eyes, resting his forehead against the hunter's with a quiet noise of contentment. The nerves are certainly still there, but he's doing his best to push them aside. He'd promised everything would be perfect, after all.]
Have I said you're a sap? 'cause you are, and I love it. 'course it's good with me.
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Have I said you're a sap? 'cause you are, and I love it. 'course it's good with me.