[It's something about the way he strings the syllables together that make those words not a barb, but an admission. Laurent remembers abruptly what Damen's expression had looked like when they'd taken the fort. The precise way he had reached for him and the nearness of his mouth.]
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Oh. [ His voice is surprisingly steady, for how dizzy he feels. ] Were you?
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[It's something about the way he strings the syllables together that make those words not a barb, but an admission. Laurent remembers abruptly what Damen's expression had looked like when they'd taken the fort. The precise way he had reached for him and the nearness of his mouth.]
Do you accept?
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Yes. I do.
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