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Thiago grinned at her. "Eu amo voce mais." He trailed his fingertips up her as he looked back up at Jayce. He was still irritated, and now sendin back a biting, if none to original, response." He put his free hand up, palm out, in an I-surrender fashion. His memory reverberated back to the summer. He had been a bit biting. And he didn't care what Jayce thought. Just because Jayce held nothing but judgement in his eyes as he stared at him... didn't mean that he would engage... Thi felt his temper, calling to him from his years of a street urchin, a lowlife, who had always been judged, and trembled in anger... but then...
He let it go. It didn't matter. He had the love of his life on his sholder, he was in a place that he could have only dreamed of. He was happy. He would not let this irksome boy take that away from him. So he smiled. "If I was any better I couldn't stand it." He brushed his hand over Eiri's shoulder, for good measure. "Calma, senora." He whispered sweetly in her ear. "Para mi. Sim?" |