[ Rafa's eyes flicker. There are many things he considers saying to that. What is wrong with me is not my fault, for one, except that it is, and he can't get away from that. My slavery is not the same as your failed romance, for another, except that it's both needlessly harsh, and involves talking about the thing he doesn't want to anyway. He runs through possible responses like that, discarding them for similar reasons, until in the end he just sighs and relents. That might be a more telling sign of how tired he feels than anything else. ]
You do not. [ He sighs and leans close again, touching his cheek to Kavinsky's shoulder. ] I am sorry. Stay with me, do not be sad. We need not talk about Kurt.
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You do not. [ He sighs and leans close again, touching his cheek to Kavinsky's shoulder. ] I am sorry. Stay with me, do not be sad. We need not talk about Kurt.