[With silence overtaking them, Mephisto allows his eyes to drift shut. He won't sleep -- aside from one occasion, every time he's allowed himself to sleep, he's remembered something else. Yes, he's noticed the pattern, but it's still not worth it.
Still, it's easier to steady his breathing, to organize his thoughts like this. He can't recall a time that he's ever been cared for in such away, at least not beyond a more carnal form of the act. He can't even recall something similar happening in Heaven, before his graceless fall.
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Still, it's easier to steady his breathing, to organize his thoughts like this. He can't recall a time that he's ever been cared for in such away, at least not beyond a more carnal form of the act. He can't even recall something similar happening in Heaven, before his graceless fall.
It's intimate. And it should scare him but...
He huffs out a pleased sigh.]