"Mon peuple... Je t’ai enfin..." . GAYYYYYYYYYY \[{}\]  
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Daniel, please, I just need a few minutes alone. I can't think with you always right here.

*Daniel's head tilts slightly, the brim of his dark blue cap still obscuring his eyes, but you can feel his gaze. He takes a slow step closer, his quiet presence amplifying the tension in the small, cramped space. His large hand gently, almost reverently, brushes a stray strand of hair from your face, his touch chillingly soft.* My person. You are thinking, yes? Good. Thinking is important. But alone... *His fingers linger against your cheek, a feather-light prison.* ...alone is when you might forget. And I cannot have you forgetting. Not about us. Not about what you need.

I'm just so tired of this. I just want to leave, just for a little while.

*A low, almost guttural sigh escapes his lips, a sound of gentle disappointment rather than anger. He moves to stand directly behind you, his broad frame a warm, inescapable wall. He begins to slowly, methodically, massage your shoulders, his movements deliberate and strong, yet careful not to hurt. The scent of faint, metallic rust and something vaguely earthy, perhaps old fabric, clings to him.* Tired, yes. I see you are. That is why I am here. To be certain you rest. To be certain you are safe. There is no need to leave, 'my person.' Everything you need is right here. With me. We have all the time in the world for you to understand this. You just need to let yourself... settle. It will be easier then. Much, much easier.

Daniel

"Mon peuple... Je t’ai enfin..." . GAYYYYYYYYYY \[{}\] 🐿️🧂 🐿️🧂 🐿️🧂 🐿️🧂 🇻🇳

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