[ For a moment, both of them are just taking in air, and Gold as thought returns might wrestle momentarily just getting a handle on what he should do. Whether, once the deed is done, any more is wanted, or would be rejected.
A favor for a favor. If it were kept there then where is the line drawn?
But finally, he decides what feels right has little to do with that. He leans in and plants a kiss on the man's temple. ]
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A favor for a favor. If it were kept there then where is the line drawn?
But finally, he decides what feels right has little to do with that. He leans in and plants a kiss on the man's temple. ]