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[Definitely slumping against him, cuddling as close as he can. Pamper him now.]

Here I thought you doubted my affection.

[Kissing his neck gently; it's more a peck because he doesn't have the energy for anything more right now, but it's the thought that matters.]

Oh? Are you still sore with me about that?

Mm, no, I was just hoping it would give me an excuse to shower you with more attention.

[He scratches the back of his neck.]

Truly. Not upset in the slightest?

[Arches into it, like a cat!]

Perhaps, if you count worrying as being upset.

[He keeps up the petting then.]

And why do you worry for me?

More that I am scared of losing our connection. That at one point my words wouldn't reach you anymore.

[Running his fingers through Emet's hair in return. Only lazy snuggles now.]

I could assure you with words, but those never seem as real. I can only prove with actions that our connection cannot be broken.

I'm open to constantly being lavished with attention.

Not that I don't adore you, but I worry that would be a bit superficial.

How so? Wouldn't you mean it?

I would, but you know I'm hardly one to be exclusively lavishing attention.

... are you worried about your other paramours getting jealous?

[He shakes his head.]

Not at all. You would think me ill if I fawned over you all the time, would you not?

Hmmm~ I wonder! Maybe you should try it and we'll see?

You would soak up the attention like a sponge, no doubt.

Here. Why don't you just ooze onto this seat and I can drive the rest of the way.

Sounds good to me.

[DEFINITELY GONNA OOZE, but also! Reaching out to take Emet's hand briefly.]

Would you be averse to spending a few nights with me?

[He squeezes his fingers back.]

Of course not. Have you been feeling lonely?

[Also somehow only bumping his head mildly as he gets into the driver seat.]

In a sense, perhaps. I would just like to remember what it's like, to sleep and wake up with you in my arms.

[He leans over to kiss him before he starts the vehicle.]

I could complain like old times as well. How you were akin to heater pressed up against my side. Your hair getting everywhere.

[He's absolutely teasing trying to hide how incredibly touched he is.]

[AS IF HE CAN'T TELL THAT YOU'RE TOUCHED, FUFUFU]

I shall wear my hair extra loose, then. And I know you'd be delighted anyway.

I'm already excited, I assure you.

[Nudging him in the side!]

I could tell by your jubilant expression.

Your other two paramours are rather cheerful. Someone has to balance them out.

[... THINKS]

Who are my paramours, then? Apart from Lily, of course.

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