[He adjusts slightly, sinking further back into the chair to look at Luke who is buried against his chest. Yes, he knows that feeling of loneliness, better than he could ever put into words. Trying would be a waste of effort.
So he just... doesn't. Instead, he leans his chin gently forward, pressing his lips briefly to Luke's forehead.]
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So he just... doesn't. Instead, he leans his chin gently forward, pressing his lips briefly to Luke's forehead.]
All I ask is that you do the same for me.