[ Always the best at not following their own advice, both of them. Sometimes it feels, he's always too late. Back in life too. Too late, too far to really make a change— only fighting against the flames that sprung. Valiantly, beautifully, until only ashes are left.
He finishes the drink and instead of answering, he takes advantage of Berserker not looking at him. Quietly, he moves from his spot, walks around the table putting his arms around Berserker. ]
Now it's your turn to hold me. [ It's a bit of a joke, but also a genuine request ]
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He finishes the drink and instead of answering, he takes advantage of Berserker not looking at him. Quietly, he moves from his spot, walks around the table putting his arms around Berserker. ]
Now it's your turn to hold me. [ It's a bit of a joke, but also a genuine request ]