[ He shifts just enough to touch Cayde's chin with two fingers, dragging them down with the sluggishness of half sleep until his whole hand just splays against his collar like some kind of silent promise he doesn't have the words to voice. A slow kiss follows, pressed into the hollow of his throat, and he drags his nose up towards Cayde's ear with a smile that's somehow even more indulgent than it's been so far. ]
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'M always right.