[Taryon's mouth hangs open. An interrupted noise creaks from his throat. His hands snapped onto the bobbing surface for balance, as poor of a job that's doing.]
Ah. [Was it good? Was it bad? All he can tell is that it certainly was a meaningful kiss.]
You- [That's what he wanted. The flirting wasn't for show. That's why he was angry that Taryon went with someone else. And back there, in Egypt, after the fight...]
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Ah. [Was it good? Was it bad? All he can tell is that it certainly was a meaningful kiss.]
You- [That's what he wanted. The flirting wasn't for show. That's why he was angry that Taryon went with someone else. And back there, in Egypt, after the fight...]
How long were you...?