[ Expression falling as Chris morosely agrees, Loki bumps his forehead with his own, noses aligned. The devices slip off his legs as he turns enough to cup Chris's cheek and make a little world between them, all soft touches and the kind of intimacy sex might have encouraged but could not have built, not without the very real feelings they share. ]
I may be a flighty, unreliable sort, but I care very much for you and I will return, Chris. Kærr, why do you fret so?
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I may be a flighty, unreliable sort, but I care very much for you and I will return, Chris. Kærr, why do you fret so?