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_{[It's a deflection. That's what he always seems to do when she tries to articulate how she feels. Sure, the reassurance of loyalty is there but it feels sterile and cold. Right now that isn't something she needs. What she needs is tender reaffirmation which sure, was something Amshel excelled at more than Solomon ever had but still - shouldn't he pick up the slack?

She deflates a little at that, closing the distance between them as she presses her forehead against his chest, head dipped as her arms dangle either side of her. Things were so much easier when she didn't care about others or hadn't opened her heart up.

Everything lately feels messy.

When she speaks again it's with a mutter.]}

I don't know what your personal feelings are.

_{[So she can't really comment, can she?]}