[ he leans away from the mattress, relieved to hear nero's voice still around, then turns to face him again. standing up next to him, he remembers how small nero is in comparison - he hates the thought of other people seeing this and underestimating him, assuming nero's just a cook and not the former right-hand man of a very powerful gang of bandits. maybe nero's okay with that, but bradley sure isn't.
he reaches to touch the side of his face in silence, frowning. ]
...Nero. You won't push me away, right?
[ because if you get cold feet now he will KILL YOU. ]
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he reaches to touch the side of his face in silence, frowning. ]
...Nero. You won't push me away, right?
[ because if you get cold feet now he will KILL YOU. ]