[ Percival sits there and doesn't move, a bit dumbfounded by the feel of Cain's hand against his cheek. It's warm, warmer than he remembered it, though perhaps some of that is his own body temperature warming, as well.
He keeps his voice level, regaining some of that familiar confidence. ]
Whether you choose to trust me or not, you won't. [ His lips purse. ]
But, selfishly, I must admit that I wish you would.
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He keeps his voice level, regaining some of that familiar confidence. ]
Whether you choose to trust me or not, you won't. [ His lips purse. ]
But, selfishly, I must admit that I wish you would.