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█ ▌ “You almost sound concerned.” A humorless laugh dies on his tongue and he scrapes it off with his teeth. There’s a genuine sweetness in Thomas’ eyes that catches him off guard. “Maybe I have.” He admits, black eyes going distant. “But it’s all I’ve ever known. It’s all I will ever know.”
He smiles and ruffles Thomas’ fiery hair, silky stands sliding though his fingers. “Don’t lose any sleep over it, darling.”
almost. thomas makes no effort to try to convince the void god that he is in fact concerned. he’d be lying. he knows better at that point. concern is of no use for either of them. but the statement -- almost a well-meaning accusation is genuine. it is too long, he thinks, for anybody to be so utterly alone.
despite the cold of the outsider’s hands, thomas has grown accustomed to his touch and where once he felt his hairs rise, skin prickle down his back (regardless of where the contact had been) he finds himself leaning into it. “ not my intention. your ego is inflated enough as is. ”