.. allowed before, pulling the cigarette away. )
We torch the place. ( If Sylas is flighty, Nero is an anchor, a deep steady murmur. ) It'll work out, I promise.
( The silence hangs, and the unease festers like rot.
Nero is no stranger to solitude, a snapping snarling beast. But here, between him and Sylas, for a moment it feels like his world expands, envelopes another.
Gentle, gentler than his calloused hands have ever ..
( His head jolts. Butt of a cigarette burning flesh, yet too distracted to notice. ) What do you mean? ( Mind racing a mile a minute. There’s no way. He can’t possibly be suggesting … )
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