[He's going to stay there until Trevor moves him. Like this is nice. The sensation of softness against his hair is nice. Always has been. Always will be, and with them both, that sensation is only for one lifetime.
Shoulders? Stakes, no, those were lower. Near all the vital bits inside the torso, angled to just miss. The twine? His legs, not up there. The molten silver, no. Which means that this next part is very embarrassing.]
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Shoulders? Stakes, no, those were lower. Near all the vital bits inside the torso, angled to just miss. The twine? His legs, not up there. The molten silver, no. Which means that this next part is very embarrassing.]
I don't think I recall.