[When was the last time he has ever danced with someone? If ever? Parties in Nests were droll events, too clingy and cloying for his tastes. He never could fit. And he never wanted to. Something like this is so novel that it almost makes him dizzy.]
[How much has he missed?]
[Well, maybe that's how it should be. His own self-hatred rises like a familiar taste of bile. He doesn't deserve this. It's not what a man like him should ever have.]
[Even so, he lingers, and he wants. He lets his own gaze settle on her even as she looks away, and wishes things didn't feel like the weight of a thousand shackles on his body.]
Well. [He murmurs.] I don't see you really complaining, though.
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[How much has he missed?]
[Well, maybe that's how it should be. His own self-hatred rises like a familiar taste of bile. He doesn't deserve this. It's not what a man like him should ever have.]
[Even so, he lingers, and he wants. He lets his own gaze settle on her even as she looks away, and wishes things didn't feel like the weight of a thousand shackles on his body.]
Well. [He murmurs.] I don't see you really complaining, though.