[There'll be time enough later to address Greed's slip of the tongue and his deep insecurities and terrors. More important now is the issue at hand, and so he ignores that first question in favor of the rest.
He looks at Ling's hand for a long few seconds, not saying anything. Maybe the responsible, kind thing to do would be to refuse it. Actually, that's definitely the right choice here. He ought to refuse the kid, throw him out and send him home, because living in the shadows stains you for life. Does Ling realize that? Does he realize that there's really, truly no turning back?
But then again: had Greed, that night when he'd fled?]
You're an idiot.
[He scoffs it out as he grabs his wrist, yanking him up and towards Greed. One arm wraps around his lower back as he tips his head down, kissing the top of his head.]
My idiot, though.
[But that's enough of the emotions. It's easier to joke than to be genuine, and so he leans back, glancing down at him.]
You don't get special favors just because you're fucking the boss, you know.
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He looks at Ling's hand for a long few seconds, not saying anything. Maybe the responsible, kind thing to do would be to refuse it. Actually, that's definitely the right choice here. He ought to refuse the kid, throw him out and send him home, because living in the shadows stains you for life. Does Ling realize that? Does he realize that there's really, truly no turning back?
But then again: had Greed, that night when he'd fled?]
You're an idiot.
[He scoffs it out as he grabs his wrist, yanking him up and towards Greed. One arm wraps around his lower back as he tips his head down, kissing the top of his head.]
My idiot, though.
[But that's enough of the emotions. It's easier to joke than to be genuine, and so he leans back, glancing down at him.]
You don't get special favors just because you're fucking the boss, you know.