"You got me. That's all that matters, no?"
"I'll always be someone you can turn to. No matter what. Even if it doesn't seem like it.."
"I want you to be able to trust me. Alright?"
Smolder's breath smelled like steak, potatoes, and faintly of alcohol. Makes sense, as he just ate that.
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No .. I wont. Don◝ t got no one else to run to .. anyways. . ❞
He almost looked nauseated. Shaking off those darker thoughts of fear .. he didn◝ t the opposite. Scooting as close as he could .. holding onto smolder.