[ Andal just watches him for a moment that stretches slowly into two, propped on his elbow, eyes drink-bright despite the chill air that swims in around parts of him that had been protected before. He picks himself up, clumsily climbing his way over the table and over Cayde until he finds a place that makes him happy, knee between Cayde's thighs, chest to chest, chin to chin so he can grin at him again as Cayde's cloak does its best to cover them both. ]
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