[Stephen lets him rest like that, arms still wrapped around the angel. Holding him, allowing him to talk, to breathe, to think- and to try and put voice to, well. Everything.
Not for the first time, he wonders about the differences between them. But this time...Mephisto is so foreign to the concept of love, no wonder it hurts. It still hurts Stephen, who knows it well. And while none of this is news, considering what he's seen with his own eyes, heard with his own ears...
It's still, no doubt, something. For Mephisto to talk about. No wonder he's talking in circles.]
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Not for the first time, he wonders about the differences between them. But this time...Mephisto is so foreign to the concept of love, no wonder it hurts. It still hurts Stephen, who knows it well. And while none of this is news, considering what he's seen with his own eyes, heard with his own ears...
It's still, no doubt, something. For Mephisto to talk about. No wonder he's talking in circles.]
I've got time. [Read; You can keep talking.]