[He sometimes forgets how smooth she can be. He's so broadsided by my Cayde that there's no room in his mind to ponder what other Caydes are out there, ones with living friends and futures and second Golden Ages to enjoy.
He shifts his hands beneath hers so he can clasp her fingers with his.]
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He shifts his hands beneath hers so he can clasp her fingers with his.]
Y'know ... I like bein' your Cayde.