[ Talking doesn't seem to do the same as it had those long three years ago, and Ivor feels something grip at his chest, wrapping and squeezing tight around his heart like a vice impossible to loosen. He breathes in, erasing the beginning of a message he'd already started to type before he'd gotten Cae's reply and sends something simple. If he keeps it short, if he keeps it detached and neutral... He's only hurting himself with each word then. ]
I would follow you anywhere. [ There's a definite pause, chewing on his lip as he thinks. ] We can discuss selfishness later. Come back.
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I would follow you anywhere. [ There's a definite pause, chewing on his lip as he thinks. ] We can discuss selfishness later. Come back.