[ Oh. For a moment, Ephemera just watches Drake. He feels better than he did earlier. Settled, in small ways. But the thing easier is still fresh on his mind, the way the sand felt as it stuck under his nails and the smell of the oil. How there was a crowd watching.
He twitches. Tries to smile. Because there's a part of him that wants to, is the thing. To make this something good. He thinks it could be good, with Drake. Something they chose versus a matter of survival and compromise. ]
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He twitches. Tries to smile. Because there's a part of him that wants to, is the thing. To make this something good. He thinks it could be good, with Drake. Something they chose versus a matter of survival and compromise. ]
You -
[ He hesitates. ]
If you go slow, then. You can.