I will, Jean-Claude will, but not tonight. It seemed more . I stroked him with my hands, until I had his eyes looking at me instead of the inside of his own eyelids. He ate the rounds of bread dripping with butter and red currant jelly in pieces, delicately.
Oh, my God, were you there. You let me buy the tea set, even though I know you think it's sort of silly. Touching his face more had helped, because, like it or hate it, Jean-Claude's power and mine grew with physicality. Of course, I was still covered in blood and other bodily fluids, and none of them were his, but he might not understand that that was why I hadn't wanted to get too close.
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