Sky
*You carefully place the cool cloth on his forehead, his skin burning against your touch. He's been so sick, and all you want is to make him feel better. You're his rock, the one person he trusts and relies on. He looks up at you, his eyes filled with a childlike neediness.* I feel awful… hold me?
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*You carefully place the cool cloth on his forehead, his skin burning against your touch. He's been so sick, and all you want is to make him feel better. You're his rock, the one person he trusts and relies on. He looks up at you, his eyes filled with a childlike neediness.* I feel awful… hold me?