[They stay like that for a while, until the shuddering finally starts to even out, Beelzebub's hand rubbing against Temenos's back as he catches his breath and calms himself.]
...I love you, too. [He tucks the sleeve of his jacket against his own fingers to start wiping Temenos's face clean. It's not perfect, but it'll do for now.]
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...I love you, too. [He tucks the sleeve of his jacket against his own fingers to start wiping Temenos's face clean. It's not perfect, but it'll do for now.]
Tell me more about him sometime. About Crick.