"I've realised it's a valid question," Rook replies with a soft snort as he cups Ulysse's cheek within his palm and brushes his thumb across the man's lips.
Still, he doesn't feel like there's a need for him to rush up and leave, to put distance between the two of them. This is a new kind of situation all over and for some reason it doesn't make him cautious, doesn't make him suspicious. Instead, he's more relaxed than he's been in ages, maybe for the past decade or so.
"Are we going to talk about the elephant in the room, though?" he asks quietly, his voice gone softer even than before, carrying a distinct sense of tenderness that he's wholly unfamiliar with. "What is that thing that's inside you?"
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Still, he doesn't feel like there's a need for him to rush up and leave, to put distance between the two of them. This is a new kind of situation all over and for some reason it doesn't make him cautious, doesn't make him suspicious. Instead, he's more relaxed than he's been in ages, maybe for the past decade or so.
"Are we going to talk about the elephant in the room, though?" he asks quietly, his voice gone softer even than before, carrying a distinct sense of tenderness that he's wholly unfamiliar with. "What is that thing that's inside you?"