Desire’s response was to chuff, his vaguely-lost expression shifting to something more pleased than maybe it had the right to be, but then again, maybe not. He folded his free hand over Declan’s, sandwiching it with gentle pats.
“Nah. I wouldn’t want my brain going all to mush, either. You go ahead and be as selfish as you want there. I like hearing that kind of thing.” With a few more pats, he added, “But if it makes you feel any better, I’m pretty sure I don’t have to worry about something like that happening in my head. I’m a little split up, sure, but other than that, brains are my specialty.”
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“Nah. I wouldn’t want my brain going all to mush, either. You go ahead and be as selfish as you want there. I like hearing that kind of thing.” With a few more pats, he added, “But if it makes you feel any better, I’m pretty sure I don’t have to worry about something like that happening in my head. I’m a little split up, sure, but other than that, brains are my specialty.”