He shifted slightly so he could raise his arm, reaching to run his hand over Ilarion's tightly-cropped hair, letting it tickle his palm. Taras was surprised at how soft it was.
Taras rubbed the back of Isaev's neck with his thumb.
"I do it because I want to, Lasha. I do it for you."
He leaned back, letting his hand settle, stroking the side of Ilarion's neck, gently.
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"You don't have to ask me."
He shifted slightly so he could raise his arm, reaching to run his hand over Ilarion's tightly-cropped hair, letting it tickle his palm. Taras was surprised at how soft it was.
Taras rubbed the back of Isaev's neck with his thumb.
"I do it because I want to, Lasha. I do it for you."
He leaned back, letting his hand settle, stroking the side of Ilarion's neck, gently.
"That's how it is, with me."
He paused, quiet for a moment, frowning.
"Tell me about...him."