. . . Do try, then. I have faith in your will, Winter. And if your will does not lie in taking good care of yourself—well. Well! Then I will simply have to go and do it for you, won't I!
[His hand feels hot where Winter's covers it; his chest feels hot, too, his throat dry, and not for want of wine. (Maybe a little for that.) But he manages to meet Winter's eyes, and for once he can hardly guess how his own expression looks.]
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Date: 2017-08-18 05:09 am (UTC)[His hand feels hot where Winter's covers it; his chest feels hot, too, his throat dry, and not for want of wine. (Maybe a little for that.) But he manages to meet Winter's eyes, and for once he can hardly guess how his own expression looks.]