[ The offer is met with an immediate nod, Runyu no longer able to hold anything back. Whatever Moran is willing to give, Runyu will take, will hold fast without question or hesitation. He wants it all, all at once voracious like the breaking of a fast. Loneliness comes crashing in, the quiet isolation, the solitude of night. He threads his fingers through Moran's hair, strokes hands over that thin, single layer, letting out a soft gasp of breath. ]
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How do you want me, little star...?