[Silco slides against him so neatly, as always, like a magnet. Like he's meant to be here, nestled in all of Vergilius's curves and hard lines. His problematic little puzzle piece.]
[He tilts his head, the softness of the man's fingers over his own not unnoticed, but. He has to ask:]
....Are you okay?
[A tinge of concern, given what happened earlier.]
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[Silco slides against him so neatly, as always, like a magnet. Like he's meant to be here, nestled in all of Vergilius's curves and hard lines. His problematic little puzzle piece.]
[He tilts his head, the softness of the man's fingers over his own not unnoticed, but. He has to ask:]
....Are you okay?
[A tinge of concern, given what happened earlier.]