[ At that, Locus cocks his head back, a faint curl on the edge of his mouth. ]
Oh?
[ He ought to be berating him for moving around. He's going to feel a solid wreck come morning. But he knows that better than anyone. So he allows Taylor to press close with a low, contented hum. ]
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Oh?
[ He ought to be berating him for moving around. He's going to feel a solid wreck come morning. But he knows that better than anyone. So he allows Taylor to press close with a low, contented hum. ]