Hoshor Plains And besides in the mean-meantime I'm just dreaming of tearing you apart

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Dreven was not a man of many words. And validation was a fools choice and not something he believed in. It was usually pretty lies wrapped in pretty bows, to ease a hurt that had been given. Though he did in somw off kilter sort of way mean it.

He chuckled. Sorry darling. Only time I'd let you support my weight was if I was dying or I was fucking you. No need to hurt ya. But

He searched for the right thing to say. It was kind of you to offer.

A smile hard and strange. Didn't fit the moment. The words hard to push past broken lips.

He reached for the fawn and motioned her to walk. Where do you want your meal?