[He can't even begin to imagine when exactly Angel was ripped from her world. She barely looks adolescent to him, but a sense for this sort of thing leads him to the conclusion that she is probably older than she seems, and her body doesn't realize it.
Her touch is gentle; so much so that it's almost unpleasant. It's certainly unfamiliar enough to be bizarre, especially coming from someone he's only just getting to know, but in the end, he welcomes it. This place seems to be bringing to light a desperate thirst for companionship he hadn't even realized he spent most of his life missing.]
I don't expect anything in return. Please don't feel obligated.
[There isn't even argument in his tone, although it's a bit difficult to hold his tongue on the matter of what he deserves. Giving selflessly has simply become second nature.]
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Her touch is gentle; so much so that it's almost unpleasant. It's certainly unfamiliar enough to be bizarre, especially coming from someone he's only just getting to know, but in the end, he welcomes it. This place seems to be bringing to light a desperate thirst for companionship he hadn't even realized he spent most of his life missing.]
I don't expect anything in return. Please don't feel obligated.
[There isn't even argument in his tone, although it's a bit difficult to hold his tongue on the matter of what he deserves. Giving selflessly has simply become second nature.]