[ He doesn't need to say it aloud. Silco tucks into his robes with a humiliated sniff, eye closed against the loveliness of the cool hand on his flushed skin. His wild and mercurial emotions tip hard in the other direction and he feels a lurch of deep affection, some misty feelings of undeservingness, all of which have him clinging close. Embodying the sea creatures he's so fond of with an octopus embrace.
He passes out completely again, immune system working overtime, though he'll likely be disgustingly leaky given his scar's intersection with his sinuses and tear ducts as well as the regular nosebleeds. Enjoy being slightly damp, Stephen. ]
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He passes out completely again, immune system working overtime, though he'll likely be disgustingly leaky given his scar's intersection with his sinuses and tear ducts as well as the regular nosebleeds. Enjoy being slightly damp, Stephen. ]