[ That's it, isn't it? That's the answer. He's his partner, his weakness, his...whatever this is. His. That just slips in and knots itself tight around every frayed wire that's gotten the better of him tonight, and with a snarl he presses in, forgoes the next blow for gripping his hip tight, pulling Taylor back into him with a grind of his hips, a heavy breath against his throat. ]
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Say it again.