Mm. I just don't want you to feel like you have to work to please me.
[ Even though the obvious attention and care gone into that song, the way that Bastien has imitated Byerly's occasional idiosyncrasies of phrasing and lyric, pleases him immensely. Me, me, he cares about me. The thought fills him with elation mixed with an undercurrent of horrified repulsion. Maker, why me?
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[ Even though the obvious attention and care gone into that song, the way that Bastien has imitated Byerly's occasional idiosyncrasies of phrasing and lyric, pleases him immensely. Me, me, he cares about me. The thought fills him with elation mixed with an undercurrent of horrified repulsion. Maker, why me?
He nuzzles into the side of Bastien's neck. ]
Tell me something else.