[Angeal is quiet when the other speaks, his eyes sliding downward, at their interlocked hands, and the man turns his in Genesis' and lets his fingers light over skin.]
This isn't your fault, I promise. [There isn't anything to blame Genesis for, not that he ever does.] I'll stay, Gen, I didn't want to leavein the first place.
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This isn't your fault, I promise. [There isn't anything to blame Genesis for, not that he ever does.] I'll stay, Gen, I didn't want to leavein the first place.