[ He can feel that careful veil slide down over her emotions and he reaches out mentally to tug at it, prying it away again. ]
We'll figure it out, sweet. But you don't have to bottle what you're feeling, either. I heard it makes you break out and that's far worse than a few wrinkles.
And the loft is never quiet. You two have a literal zoo at this point. I hope Claude doesn't expect me to be tending his poison...
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We'll figure it out, sweet. But you don't have to bottle what you're feeling, either. I heard it makes you break out and that's far worse than a few wrinkles.
And the loft is never quiet. You two have a literal zoo at this point. I hope Claude doesn't expect me to be tending his poison...