[The way he keeps repeating that thought really does ruin him just a little. There's something about replaying his spur of the moment, hardly poetic words back to him, like they meant something. He wants to give him more, reassure him that these feelings are okay, what he wants, not too intense for him. But even in his thoughts, he's not sure how.]
. . . We shouldn't stay too long. Beauregard will want us together for curfew.
[That's part of why he likes them so much though. He just said them so easily. No one's ever said something like that to him so easily. He nods a little at that, because yeah. He's right. But he's not pulling away quite yet.]
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. . . We shouldn't stay too long. Beauregard will want us together for curfew.
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Right. Should head back.
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Alright, bribe accepted. Come on.