[No matter how he decides to show it, Kay reacts the same way as she would from a hug. Her back leans against that chestplate, nuzzling it no different than if it had been fur.
It was contact.
Maybe it was his devotion to her that did it. The way he gave her attention. She craved it after a life without a father figure.]
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It was contact.
Maybe it was his devotion to her that did it. The way he gave her attention. She craved it after a life without a father figure.]
That's perfect. I'll do my best too, okay?
I mean, these promises are to you now, after all.