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He knew that what she said was meant to make him feel better, but it made him feel even worse. Like someone trying to make a kid on crutches smile. He nearly cringed when she kissed him, feeling weak and pathetic and angry and mortified all at once, but he held steady. Verx was eerily quiet as she worked on his throat, staring straight ahead, his gaze intermittently blank and full of heat.

Our— He stumbled over the unfamiliar word, blinking. Our kids, you mean? What are they? He was sure she had picked out something nice for them, better than he could have done, anyway.

Not that he'd ever really get to say their names, anyway. Not in the tone he'd imagined.

Tears welled up suddenly in his eyes, hot and volatile. He blinked them away with silent fury, gritting his teeth. Goddamn it, Blackhead had turned him into a fucking shell of himself. The humiliation was worse than the pain.