[ Cain let his hand fall still, when Aymeric leaned in. Cupped the back of his neck, fingertips in the hair at his nape, other arm slithered high around his middle in an embrace somehow fiercely protective, despite the fact that his size in comparison was diminuitive. ]
You're not. I promise you.
But even if you were, Meric, I'd be the last person to throw stones.
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You're not. I promise you.
But even if you were, Meric, I'd be the last person to throw stones.