[Clive slowly straightens up, leaving the respectable distance between them.]
You saw how small my apartment is.
[He doesn’t want to talk about this, negotiating where their precious friend should lay his head at night. Torgal leans into Jill’s touch like he can’t get enough of it.]
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You saw how small my apartment is.
[He doesn’t want to talk about this, negotiating where their precious friend should lay his head at night. Torgal leans into Jill’s touch like he can’t get enough of it.]
Where did he come from, anyway?