“So, come on,” Ambrose said after a moment, prodding Wyatt in the ribs and making him squirm. “Tell me more about you.”
Wyatt sighed and held Ambrose closer. “Really, there isn’t much to tell,” he murmured.
“Still,” Ambrose said. “I’d like to know more about you than just your name.”
“Like what?” Wyatt asked. “You want stats or
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