[he almost lunges for Ed's wrist again but only just stops himself. Instead he meets his eyes, unconscious of the faintly glowing blue ring around his own. He skims his tongue over the edge of his own teeth, feeling something akin to lust, akin to hunger, both and neither]
Nothing has changed. [he repeats, obediently, but deep within he can't help but think: "yet"]
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Nothing has changed. [he repeats, obediently, but deep within he can't help but think: "yet"]