mynightmaresareaboutlosingyou:I pull the sleeping bag up to his chin and kiss his forehead, not fo
mynightmaresareaboutlosingyou: I pull the sleeping bag up to his chin and kiss his forehead, not for the audience, but for me. Because I’m so grateful that he’s still here, not dead by the stream as I’d thought. So glad that I don’t have to face Cato alone. -- source link
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