[ Rotting indeed. He stops at the doorway when he peeks in and spots him, then sighs gently and steps in. His bundle gets set down as he moves over to his King. His lover. He kneels onto the bed and gently lays himself on the lump of him, his hand coming up to stroke his hair, his voice soft. ]
Have you slept, or is your grief too much?
[ Frankly, he likes Truthless. The man is no longer such saccharin sweetness that even Affogato can't stomach him, and it's sort of fascinating to see those eyes burn right into you and through you.
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Have you slept, or is your grief too much?
[ Frankly, he likes Truthless. The man is no longer such saccharin sweetness that even Affogato can't stomach him, and it's sort of fascinating to see those eyes burn right into you and through you.
But he knows why Cacao is in dire straights. ]