[He doesn't expect Stephen to understand, will probably never be able to put into words exactly the path that he (albeit with some help) had managed to wrench Mephisto from. He can't say he's grateful, some part of him still curses this turn of fate, but he isn't unhappy, either.
He doesn't even notice the problem with Stephen's hand until a few seconds into the kiss. It's enough to entice him to stop, at least, and he rears back with a low chuckle in his throat.]
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He doesn't even notice the problem with Stephen's hand until a few seconds into the kiss. It's enough to entice him to stop, at least, and he rears back with a low chuckle in his throat.]
Fool.