[Marco takes a deep breath. He's not surprised to hear something like that - Fiddleford clearly had some issues going on when it came to this. But he isn't upset either. He understands.]
Well, you don't... need to know. Yet. I-I can give you time. [With a faint smile, he leans back to, regretfully, separate their foreheads. They're still only inches apart, but he really was enjoying the contact.] I can give you space.
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Well, you don't... need to know. Yet. I-I can give you time. [With a faint smile, he leans back to, regretfully, separate their foreheads. They're still only inches apart, but he really was enjoying the contact.] I can give you space.