"Don't be sorry at all," he told her, warm and quiet, ducking his head to lightly run his nose along her forehead, and into her hair, breathing her in again. He would not know her scent, if it hadn't been for the infection. Never mind that he likely wouldn't know her at all. "It's not without its drawbacks, but... it's part of me, now."
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Date: 2016-10-21 01:25 pm (UTC)