[He's a such a sucker for it. He remembers having things tangled and wrong inside of him, the kind of hollowness that came from being eaten from the inside. Cassel might not forgive him for it later, but he pushes out again, wraps as much of Cassel in his presence as he can, crisp like ozone, metronomic with his heartbeat, the sense that everything is just how it is supposed to be, except where it's incomplete, the pockets in Cassel it can't reach.]
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Yeah. 'Course I will.