[It's not really reprimanding, though. More awed.]
Not many people can do that. But the way you talk about me, I don't know. It's very overwhelming sometimes. But in a good way.
[Reluctantly, he lets his hand fall again, back to the spoon. Because . . . he wants snacks.]
You're really sweet to me. Even when you're being wicked. It's nice. It feels a little like . . . what it must feel like to be someone normal. Only it doesn't feel like wearing someone else's skin. Just me and you, being sort of normal. Feeling good things. I don't know.
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[It's not really reprimanding, though. More awed.]
Not many people can do that. But the way you talk about me, I don't know. It's very overwhelming sometimes. But in a good way.
[Reluctantly, he lets his hand fall again, back to the spoon. Because . . . he wants snacks.]
You're really sweet to me. Even when you're being wicked. It's nice. It feels a little like . . . what it must feel like to be someone normal. Only it doesn't feel like wearing someone else's skin. Just me and you, being sort of normal. Feeling good things. I don't know.