[Shit...shit, he hadn't meant to do that, but now she's calling him 'sweetie', which is the most magical thing, and she's stroking his hair.
He begins to shake, and to bury his face against her neck. There are no tears, but he is clinging to her as his knees go weak and his breathing sounds like a combination of a popping sound and a sob, as his gills suck in air with the force of it.]
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He begins to shake, and to bury his face against her neck. There are no tears, but he is clinging to her as his knees go weak and his breathing sounds like a combination of a popping sound and a sob, as his gills suck in air with the force of it.]
I wwould a died...