Because there's so much more you deserve, Franz d'Epinay, that you barely even recognize, [(because a day is not complete without Daedalus slipping into full names, which still seems to be his way of consciously acknowledging the whole of a person) He sighs, frosted breath ghosting the air between them as he leans into Franz's lips, shutting his eyes.] ...and only so much of me.
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