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[His heart aches for Vanilla. For all his suffering. For being able to remain kind even in the face of it, something Cacao himself has not fully managed. But kindness breaks you just as much as violence- cutting off parts here and there. That soft thank you answers any doubts he had left, and he carefully takes his face in his hands, cupping it and wiping the tears with his thumbs]

I should be saying that.

[It's enough warning that Vanilla can shift away if he wants, but if he doesn't Cacao leans in for the lightest of kisses, barely touching lips. All his empathy and hope in the tender touch]