He cupped the back of Riley's head, ran a hand down his spine, he was still warm, though it didn't burn like before. His voice was slightly hoarse. "I have, much worse." He'd had more then a hand in killing his own family and been the cause of the rest. Had, before he discovered the pain of fleeting feelings, drained more then a few humans. He relaxed under him, felt the slow burn of him inside as he moved. "It's the sun, you gave me the sun." He groaned grinding up against him. "I can take them, the memories, I can compel them away, bury them."
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