[He tucks his chin over her head, flopping the blanket over her a little. Only a little tickling, the irritating rasp of his stubbly chin, before he settles down.]
Love you, kid.
[Verbal fencing takes a lot of effort and he's only got so much of that right now. But he does. He's not sure if he'd mentioned in so many words-- probably, maybe.]
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Love you, kid.
[Verbal fencing takes a lot of effort and he's only got so much of that right now. But he does. He's not sure if he'd mentioned in so many words-- probably, maybe.]