[John, again, doesn't answer for a while. He's perfectly content to lay there, holding Aeryn close until the day passes. He hadn't realized how badly he had needed some contact, after forcing himself to push it away.
Even if the contact isn't really there.]
You're right.
[He swallows thickly. It isn't hard to admit, but it doesn't make him hurt any less.]
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Even if the contact isn't really there.]
You're right.
[He swallows thickly. It isn't hard to admit, but it doesn't make him hurt any less.]
You're always right.