realpolitik | Leon Magnus | Stahn Aileron

[The tug at his hair pulls another groan from Leon, a soft sound that isn't pained in the least. It doesn't hurt, but Leon can't deny that there's something about it that gets to him even so, something about that and Stahn's actions and Stahn's lips against his that makes him shudder, and press closer, and tighten his fingers in the back of Stahn's shirt, clinging tightly.

Not that he's clingy in any way, of course, except...well, right now he can't really deny that either.

Right now he wants nothing more than to cling to Stahn like this, to remain close and taste him, to see how far they can take these kisses and how different it feels to gently scrape his teeth along Stahn's bottom lip, following half-thought out instincts and nothing else.

But right now, he doesn't need anything but instinct, instinct and the knowledge that he has complete and total trust in Stahn, and that's why he's unresisting in Stahn's hands, moving with his touch without any hesitation.

They may not be good at the words aspect of things yet, but there's a lot being said even here without, though not even Leon will realize it until later, when they've recovered from their intermingled breaths and desperation to keep the moment going.]

[they can try to find those words later, when there's nothing left but being completely breathless. stahn has energy to spare if only because of the adrenaline that comes with the way the blood surges through him and warms him to the very core.

it's not as if leon is the only one feeling these urges after all. stahn trusts him just as much, which is why he's content to let his back arch just a little when leon's drag to certain sensitivity points on his back, or the small groans that escape his throat at the sensation of leon's teeth against his lips.

it's good.

it feels good, and yet somehow, it still just doesn't feel like enough. stahn really is going to use all the energy he has just because of that carnal want for leon. which is why the next time they come up for air, stahn... decides to test his limits a little. his hands slide way down to the small of leon's back so he can pull leon as close as is possible before planting kisses along the right side of leon's jaw.

he doesn't really know what he's doing at all, or if this is even acceptable, but... it's what he wants to do. there's not much thought to whether it's right or wrong, acceptable or unacceptable—it's just a desire for more of leon.]

[Leon certainly wasn't ready for it, but that doesn't change the fact that it's good. It's really good, and at first all he can do is draw in a sharp breath, more startled by the movement and sensation of Stahn's lips pressed to his jaw than anything. But it really only lasts a moment before Leon's melting into Stahn's hands and positioning, as if he was little more than putty.

The hand at his back, the kisses along his jaw... all Leon can do is tilt his head to grant Stahn better access and a better angle, eyes sliding half-shut at the pleasure. This... is nice. Beyond nice, really--beyond just the feelings of desire and want, there's the feeling too of trust and faith, the knowledge that he can lean against Stahn's chest like this as he pulls him closer and simply allow him to dole out what affection he wants, and the knowledge that even so, Stahn will take care of him. He'll respect his boundaries to the best of his abilities, he'll be cautious and caring and loving all at once. It's what Stahn's always been and what Stahn always will be, which is why Leon has absolutely no problem with completely slumping in Stahn's hold, and why the only word that legitimately escapes him, breathless as he is, is a simple, hoarse:]

Stahn...

[It's more a pleased murmur than anything; there's nothing at all alarmed about his tone.

Stahn's opening Leon's eyes to new things, as ever, and more and more, Leon's getting so much better at embracing them.]

[just the sound of leon's voice in that way is enough for him to crave just a bit more. there's something so exciting about that tone of voice—hearing leon so pleased is almost sultry in some way that stahn can't really understand.

it's the sort of sound that makes not only his cheeks flush, but he can feel the heat as his ears turn red and the way his heart races is unlike anything he's ever experienced. no battle, not even against miktran, had his heart raced in a way that he could feel the pounding in his ears. his heart itself feels like it's lodged in his throat, and there's a warm coiling in his stomach that he couldn't explain even if he tried. there's been little denying that his love for leon, but the way it stretches into an attraction like no other is something that... is new, in a way.

he's known for a while that he's attracted to leon in every way; not just in appearance but in personality too. but having leon like this, so close and unrestricted, it opens up so much of what stahn has held back. that hot-blooded teenage boy with all his desires for every sort of contact shine through when it's leon. when it's leon beneath his fingertips, when it's leon he feels against his lips, when it's leon murmuring his name like it's the only one he's ever known.

it's hard for him to help the way his hands creep up under leon's tunic and shirt alike, just to find the warmth of the skin of his back while burying his face in the crook of his neck and kissing every patch of skin his lips will reach relentlessly.]

[It's intensifying even more, and Leon chokes out a surprised (and pleased) noise when Stahn's fingers find themselves under his shirt and tunic and against his bare skin, when it's Stahn's lips against his neck with a sort of desperate desire that Leon's never been the target of before--it's so much. He can feel how it intensifies, how Stahn's actions have become the most important thing, the sole focus of his attention, and he wants to reciprocate, but there's not a lot he can do from this position aside from burying his fingers more tightly into Stahn's mane, other fingers fumbling for the hem of his shirt.

He's not particularly successful at finding it, though; admittedly he's not entirely steady right now, and Stahn's actions are taking up the majority of his attention, so he's Struggling there.

And, admittedly, his energy is finally starting to flag properly, even despite the added adrenaline and the way he feels spurred on by Stahn's actions. As much as he'd like to pursue this to the very end, and see just where it'd lead them-- (he has ideas, of course, because he's not clueless, and he finds he'd be alright with that, but he knows he won't make it there) --but...well, this isn't the last of it, right? This is only the beginning, and now that the gates have been opened, they can revisit this again, whenever they want.

So ultimately, even with his breathing still unsteady, he just lets his head fall until his forehead gently hits Stahn's shoulder, focusing on breathing there for a moment. He certainly doesn't want to stop Stahn in any way, but... it's pretty apparent even so that he's starting to run out of steam.

(And that's a note to himself: maybe consider starting this a second time when not coming home from a dangerous and harrowing mission, when he has more energy.)]

[the thing about stahn is that even at a time like this, even when he's so enraptured with everything leon has to offer... he's still also intensely aware of what leon needs.

even as stahn plants those kisses along leon's jaw and neck, even as his hands explore the skin beneath his shirt, he can't help but to notice the dip in leon's energy. when his head dips against stahn's shoulder, it doesn't take long for him to realize that he needs to scale back a bit himself.

it's different than other times, and for a lot of reasons. it's not just the fact that leon has allowed stahn to push the boundaries, and it's not just that stahn can feel excitement in ways that he never has with and for leon. it's that even as stahn explores, there's not even a shred of hesitation. his surprise noise wasn't laced with some sort of balking disagreement; there was consent. there hasn't been a single moment where leon has resisted or been too embarrassed... something has changed in a way that is a definitely step forward for them. there's a lot of thoughts that exist in his mind too—where this would go if leon were to allow him to continue, mostly. not that he doesn't know, but that step is a big one for both of them.

but it's also the fact that leon isn't maintaining the same pace. stahn can feel the slight change in his posture and the way he remains with his head on stahn's shoulder.

leon's tired.

it makes sense, he just came back from a long mission; he doesn't even know what prompted leon to be so forceful upon his return to begin with. so even though stahn would be content to keep going, to ignore these facts until leon told him to stop (because he would never continue without that consent), but that's not in his nature. even though his lips remain only a hair's breadth from leon's skin, he pauses, nuzzling a little more affectionately.]

We don't have to keep going. [there's no disappointment in his tone; even though he's breathless and that impassioned desire for leon remains in his voice, it's still stahn. he still cares more for leon's well-being than anything else. he can pull himself down from this aroused high and keep the boundaries in check until it's time to make an honest go of things.] You don't have to push yourself too hard.

[He is tired.

He doesn't want to be tired, exactly, because there's a part of him that wants to pursue this. There's a part of him that wants to see what's going to happen from here. There's a part of him that would like to know exactly where those more frantic touches were going, where Stahn's lips pressed frantically against his skin would end up...

The very thought makes him shiver once more, though he knows that even with just that reaction, he can't continue with this tonight. He's too tired, too exhausted. And so, quietly, he breathes out a soft, shuddering breath, and nods quietly. Of course Stahn is being as understanding as ever. Of course Stahn is always looking out for him.

Isn't this why he put himself so easily into Stahn's hands even now?

The acknowledging noise he makes is deep int he back of his throat, still a little raspy from what they'd just both experienced together. Even if he still wishes he could keep pursuing this for his own reasons...he knows this is for the better.

Tonight, anyway. Tomorrow was another day entirely, wasn't it?]

...Stahn. [There's still something undeniably sultry about how Stahn's name escapes Leon's lips, because Leon's still hoarse from their intense activities before--but he definitely is caving to his weariness now. Even if he feels a little apologetic even so, there's just a wry quirk to his lips.] ...I suppose I was more tired than I thought.

[He's a little sorry, in other words, even if he isn't going to pull away from Stahn's grasp at all.]

[he hears the apology that comes through in those words, and all stahn can do for a moment his let out a small laugh right into leon's neck.

stahn isn't going to let go; his hands are still pressed warmly to leon's skin. but he will pull back just enough so that he can look at leon directly. his gaze has softened to that more gentle warmth that he usually has; even if everything else about him is a totally disheveled mess. he's still a bit breathless, his cheeks are still flushed, lips raw and his hair is a total disaster...

but his smile is warm assuring, and all he does is give a simple shake of his head.]

It was a long mission... I should have thought about that too. [he'd been so enthralled with how things were going that he pushed it from his mind, even though all the while he should have been more considerate of leon's well-being.] I don't want you to push yourself.

[this time, it's stahn who leans forward, shifting his position so that he can just hug leon and rest his chin on leon's shoulder. he's coming down now from that haze, and even though that desire is not gone, he can put it to the side. there's a lot they need to acknowledge before taking that step anyway—so rushing into it tonight out of some desperate desire for affection wouldn't have been their wisest move anyway. stahn heaves out a quiet breath, and while it's not outright disappointment, it's... vaguely uncomfortable.

funny, how forcing yourself down from that kind of excitement has that effect.

but he's not letting it get the better of him.]

I'm happy you're home... I'm just happy for you to be back. [that much is the truth and an undoubted reason for why stahn took to that fiery approach so easily. but now that they're speaking again and settling just slightly more into something familiar, it makes stahn want to do little more than pick leon up and carry him to the bed so they can just lay there together and be absorbed in the other's presence.] Everything else can wait.

[Stahn's...always so warm and considerate. Always, and forever. So even with how Stahn's disheveled appearance speeds up Leon's pulse (he can feel it, he can feel the way his breathing picks up despite himself, how he wants to start something again even with how his limbs groan a little--), Leon can only slump against Stahn's chest, into the hug.

It's warm and comfortable, and he can only sigh at that, softly, allowing himself to settle properly.

It's fine... they can talk it over, perhaps, and figure out what they want from here (even though it was pretty clear just a few moments ago that they both want this--but maybe they can figure out together what they want "this" to be) and then...next time.

Next time, they'll both be more prepared.]

Mm. [He can only acknowledge that with a soft hum, relaxing bit by bit.] As I said, it is good to be back.

[...The physical affection took the edge off of his desperation, but when he thinks back to what could have happened, his fingers tighten again in Stahn's shirt, even as he tightens his hold. He's so glad to be back here with Stahn.... more so than he thinks Stahn could ever really know.]

But even so, I do not intend to wait for long.

[There's that for certain, even if it's only said quietly. Maybe this can wait, but... only for a little while. Leon fully intends to revisit this when they're both ready and capable, at first opportunity.]

When you're ready... when you're rested. I'm not going anywhere.

[those words are as true as ever, of course. he'll always wait for leon no matter what the circumstance. so if it's that they're waiting for what this will become, stahn can be patient as ever. he can put his wants on the backburner longer, because... well, they're still making progress.

rather than awkwardly skirting the issue, they're acknowledging the things they want. it's a huge step forward for them both, and one that he wants to ensure leon is always completely comfortable with from start to finish. knowing the issues leon has, knowing how hard it was to even get to a point where they could do something as innocent as hug without it being laced with awkward tension—leon's comfort is always at the forefront of stahn's mind, even when things get heated and he wants to turn his brain off entirely.

that's why when he feels leon's fingers curling against his shirt, the concern starts to properly well up inside him.]

Leon... [he'll say, after a brief pause.] Did... something happen on your mission?

[he realizes that something has to be off. the way leon came in and kissed him so aggressively, how he initiated and never once seemed to pull away or hesitate, it felt desperate. and even now, with how leon is holding onto him.

...something had to have happened.]

[... Maybe he should've kept up the kisses, and whatever it was going to lead to instead--maybe that would've kept Stahn blissful and brainless and would've kept this topic off the table. But now that Stahn's head is back on straight, Leon can't say that he's particularly surprised that he picked up on Leon's fears and desperation.

By now, nobody really knows Leon better than Stahn.

Quietly, he presses his face more thoroughly into Stahn's shoulder, taking a deep breath. It's fine... it's just Stahn, he's here and Leon's fine as well, fine and safe, and so Leon nods simply as well, because he can't imagine keeping this from Stahn.

His tone is as calm as he can manage, when he finally pulls back from Stahn's shoulder to meet his eyes and speak, though the hoarseness in his tone is more from the subject matter than their previous activities now.]

Yes...rather--it was a surprisingly dangerous mission.

[A pause, and he clears his throat quietly.]

... There was a close call. [He almost wasn't able to come home.] That is all.

[He was frightened by the thought, and needed to embrace every aspect of Stahn while he had the opportunity to do so.]

[the level of honesty is something that stahn can appreciate. there was a time when leon would have scoffed and shrugged him off, or gotten angry for even asking.

but right now, leon is front of him—raw and completely honest, even over a subject matter that is hard for both of them to have to face. there's a slight hitch in stahn's breath when he hears those words—"it was a close call."

a close call, he knows, means that leon may not have ever come home. stahn may have been greeted with a message from the seinegald military that leon had been killed in action, and that he may never had gotten to see leon alive again. it's the scariest thought, because while stahn may be a pocket of sunshine in everyone else's life...

leon is the sunshine in his.

stahn knows that these things are possible, that things are dangerous that the nature of leon's work means that. but living in his optimistic bubble, he chooses to believe that leon is always strong enough to defeat even the toughest of foes. so hearing leon say that is difficult, because it's a hard, scary does of reality.

it's also one that explains the desperation in leon's actions.]

I— [stahn hesitates slightly, trying to figure out the right words to say.

but in the end, all stahn can do is shift to cup leon's cheeks in his hands and look him straight in the eyes. he leans in, his lips pressing to leon's in the most gentle of manner—a far cry from their impassioned kissing from just a few minutes earlier.]

Thank you... for coming home.

[Leon's eyes slide shut as Stahn cups his cheeks and gently presses his lips to his. It's reassuring and warm, and it's all Leon really needs to finally properly settle. The desperate kissing and physical affection from before helped in keeping Leon from falling completely into any sort of despair. But now, it's that gentle, sweet, and most of all reassuring sort of kiss that settles Leon completely.

Quietly, he leans into that kiss, and when Stahn pulls away, Leon's able to properly meet his eyes, nodding jerkily. It was a close call. It could have gone totally wrong. He could have died.

But he didn't.

He was able to return home, he was able to return to Stahn, and quietly, Leon slowly releases his desperate grip on Stahn's shirt and relaxes further, hand settling instead on Stahn's back lightly, flat and unhurried.]

I will always return. [So long as he's able to.

Whenever he possibly can--he'll give everything he has, and fight incredibly hard, to return home to this, to Stahn and his warmth and everything Leon loves.]

It was simply...startling. [A reminder. A realization.

The reason for why he took that next step in their relationship.]

[hearing leon say things that were so startling—startling for them both—leaves a few words that hang right on the tip of stahn's tongue.

really, it's just a choice three words.

"i love you."

but they're still not words that stahn has in him to actually say yet. but they're there, lingering in his mouth and sitting in his mind.

instead, he lets his hands drop and just rests his forehead against leon's. he's a little more somber as he processes the idea of what could have been. but he can feel leon relaxing a little, and the knowledge that his actions may have helped to ease some of leon's stress also causes him to breathe out a quiet sigh of relief.]

Thank you too... for telling me. [leon's honesty is incredibly important to stahn. that's why his arms wrap properly around leon's body once more to hug him tightly—now more than before, he wants to feel that real tangibility in his grasp.] Thank you for being honest.

Thank you for coming home. [he already said that, but it doesn't matter. he needs to say it again, because it's that important to him to make sure leon knows how important he truly is to stahn in ever respect.]

[This is a comfortable position, one he's so familiar with and content with, and so he's able to breathe that way, forehead pressed to Stahn, eyes half-lidded now that his exhaustion can overcome him. Now that the adrenaline is gone, and most of Leon's worries and nerves have faded, the weariness is almost overwhelming.

But Stahn is there, and Stahn's happy. He's not happy about what happened to Leon on his mission, naturally, but he's happy that Leon told him, which in turn makes him content. He's glad that Stahn took it so well, because he'd honestly not known how it would go--but Stahn makes it easy before the worries can even sink in.

It's fine. If Stahn can handle things like this...

It will always be fine to confide in him, he thinks, vaguely and distantly, even as he settles further into Stahn's hug.]

I'm fine. [He'll just say that, solemnly and certainly, as a last offer of comfort.] I'm not injured. Nothing happened in the end.

Mm...

[he can't argue that; leon is fine. leon is here, and he's uninjured and healthy—even if he's tired. stahn is just happy for him to be there, he's happy that leon is on the other side of his embrace.

it's relieving for him to know that leon will confide him so easily, that he'll admit these things. leon is fine, and the certainty in his tone is enough to ease stahn's worries. even if those thoughts may linger for a while longer and carry on the next time leon has a long mission out of darilsheid... it's fine. leon is strong, leon can handle himself.

he gave his assurance that he would always return home, and he refuses to harbor any doubt. leon always keeps his word. so even if there is something slightly desperate that remains in this hug, it's a little less so when he gets those assurances from leon.]

...You must really be exhausted. [there's something stahn has in mind, something he really wants to do, but...

well, stahn will be stahn, so he eases into what's on his mind because no matter how much leon has opened up to him, old habits die hard. he doesn't like to spring things on leon, especially things that at one time definitely would have made him uncomfortable and ended in a hard "no."]

[He can't deny what Stahn's saying, of course. He's utterly exhausted; he was tired when he'd gotten home, but after their frantic, intense kissing from before, he's only grown more and more so. Not that he regrets that at all, of course; it was well worth it. But now he's finding it harder and harder to stay aware and focused, exhausted as he is.

So he just makes an acknowledging noise (yes, he is, but he doesn't want to admit it so easily either, because he's Leon), and then he shifts to tuck his face into the crook of Stahn's neck wearily.

He's fine like this.

In fact, he'd argue that he's particularly comfortable like this and he doesn't want to move at all--but he's also too tired to really pick up on the fact that there's something on Stahn's mind, satisfied as he is by where he is right here and now.

What more could he really want?]

[oh, you know.

things, stuff.

either way, the sound is just enough for stahn to think it's okay to do what it is he wants. it's a simple, selfish desire—just something he wants to do while he's close to leon and something he he do. he's never really had the opportunity before and may not again just thanks to the precarious position they're in.

so stahn's hands drop down, lightly sliding down leon's thighs, past his knees, and the guiding leon to wrap his legs around stahn's waist. and then's he'll shift to hold onto leon properly before instructing leon:]

Grab on to my neck. [he says it with a small smile—he used to do this with lilith when they were kids, carrying her back to the house when they would play in the meadows and she got too tired. it's a lot different here and now, though. when it's leon... it feels different. more intimate, more important... less of an obligation and more of something he wants to do. if leon's tired, he doesn't have to take another step right now. stahn will carry him to the bed so they can lay down.

their bed has been too big and too cold without leon in it—so maybe too, stahn just wants to stay close to leon and get wrapped in his warmth.]

[Leon's not expecting it at all, of course. His eyes flutter open when Stahn's hands slide down his thighs--there's something incredibly intimate even about that gesture, even if it just gets Leon to lick his lips, looking at Stahn more properly. But it's clear to see what he intends a moment later, and while it's completely unnecessary...well, he's not going to argue it.

Not now, not after everything they've said and experienced and felt since he walked into that room.

So he doesn't say a thing to that, instead shifting to properly wrap his legs around Stahn and to wrap his arms loosely around his neck.

It's silly, in a way. It's just a few paces away, after all. But if this is what Stahn wants, then Leon has no reason to really fight it. He's fine with this.

... Though when Stahn picks him up, he does glance over his shoulder at his messy desk, making a face. Ah...right...]

This.... what a mess.

[He knows what happened here but even so what a mess.]

[well, leon wouldn't be leon if he didn't ruin a moment with something completely ridiculous.]

We can worry about it later... [stahn's not really having any of it right now, shutting down that argument almost as quickly as it arises. he'll be able to laugh awkwardly about it after leon gets some rest, but...

well, he's got a pretty stable grip on leon, shifting his hands to carry leon's weight bottom-side. it's easier for him to walk that way—even if it is only a few paces. he's gentle in his motions though, treating leon with a certain amount of care... not too delicate, of course, but still considerate of how tired leon is.

and when he arrives at their bed, he'll lean over to set leon down. stahn won't take his spot on the best just yet.]

Do you need anything else? Do you want tea? [he knows he could ask marian to make some if leon would like it before he sleeps. stahn knows his routine well enough, he knows that leon likes his nighttime tea with milk and honey because it helps him to sleep better. stahn's willing to do so himself if that's what it takes, but he can't settle down unless he knows that leon is completely okay.]

[Of course.... well, Leon's too tired to really kick up a fuss, so Stahn'll get his wish here; Leon just makes a vaguely discontent noise and lets it go. (But seriously, look at it, his desk is a disaster zone!!)

More importantly, it's incredibly nice to be set into bed. Bed is soft and warm and the promise of being able to fall asleep already gets Leon's eyes to start drooping again. So when Stahn fusses over him, if gently, Leon just snorts softly under his breath, shaking his head and waving that all off.]

No, I do not need anything else. Just get into bed already--I am ready to sleep.

[And...well, he's not going to be going to sleep without Stahn, of course. He's gotten used to this, and he prefers it this way, even if it took them some time to realize how much more comfortable they both were like this.]

Ah...

[well, if leon says so... he's not going to argue it. he sits at the edge of the bed, taking a moment to remove his headband. but once that's done, he crawls into bed properly, immediately taking on the familiar position of wrapping his arms around leon like he does every night.

he can't help but to bury his face into leon's neck and squeeze his leg between leon's; he's wedging himself as close as he can get to leon at this point. stahn wants to be close and comfortable, because he sleeps so much better when he's got leon in his arms this way.]

Ah... I feel like I'll finally sleep right. [it's never easy to sleep when he's alone anymore, he's realized. a pillow and a cold, empty half of the bed just doesn't compare to what he's got right now—it's the most important thing in the world to stahn. he lets out a contented sigh, followed by a yawn... all the excitement drained stahn too, even if it took actually laying down to realize it.]

[It's not bad to hear.

That Stahn feels most comfortable when Leon's there...that this is "sleeping right" to him...all of these things are just as nice as how easily they slot together in bed, prepared and ready to sleep like this. It's become comfortable and normal and important, and Leon just settles there, satisfied and pleased.

Even if he just huffs faintly in response to Stahn's words, it's...mostly for show, and maybe 10% out of embarrassment.

He's honestly too fond of Stahn right now for it to be anything but that.

So he just leans in quickly, pressing his lips to Stahn's briefly, and muttering a quick:]

Shut up.

[He's ready to pass out, head already lolling to rest against Stahn's shoulder a moment later, eyes sliding shut immediately. But there's no doubt to be found that Leon's perfectly content and satisfied like this.]

Heh.

[he can't help but let that small laugh pass; leon finding a way to get even the faintest bit huffy after everything that's happened since he walked in the door is pretty funny. but he keeps it to that one brief sound as he returns the kiss and closes his eyes.]

Goodnight, Leon. [he says it contentedly. though it'll likely still be a short while before he actually falls asleep, but it's fine like this. stahn feels so warm and comfortable and at ease, despite everything.

despite the tease to his senses, it's a lot easier for him to relax when he knows that leon is safe. falling asleep will come easily enough once that while has passed—and there's no doubt it's the best sleep he's gotten in a while. even for a heavy sleeper like stahn, it's the most solid sleep with no breaks until the morning sunlight starts to filter in—something he didn't get nearly as well in leon's absence.]

[As for Leon, he passes out like someone who has been on a harrowing and dangerous mission for a long period of time and then immediately falls into makeouts after would--hard, fast and completely out cold. He's usually a pretty light sleeper, but now? Now he's entirely asleep and not about to wake up any time soon, face buried against Stahn and breathing even.

But he feels safe like this. With Stahn tucked all around him like this, Leon doesn't really have to be afraid of anything...and so, despite how close that mission was, there aren't any nightmares either. His subconscious knows he's safe like this, and that's enough.

So even when the morning light starts to shine through the window, Leon's still entirely asleep, tucked against Stahn closely, settled and clearly content like this, so quiet and peaceful and unmoving that it's almost like he's another person entirely.]

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