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[eternal_boy]

See Nick.

See Nick angst.

Angst, Nick, angst.

See Dante.

See Dante be the only bright spot of happiness in the dark, cold, and lonely eternity that stretches out before his master like a death sentence written in morose, never-ending iambic pentameter.

Tinycute, Dante, tinycute.

See Nick at Bar.

Drink, Nick... drink.

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[i_am_not_honey]

Ow, iambic pentameter.

See Janette approach.

Approach, Janette, approach.

See Janette's "wine".

"Wine," Janette, "wine."

"Vous obtiendrez une douleur d'estomac," she says, sipping from her goblet. At least she doesn't need to drink wine, here.

[i_am_not_honey]

"As well you should know, I'm not disinclined to it either," she replies, giving him a Look, before kissing the corner of his mouth. "Is there anything you would like for me to do, though?"

[eternal_boy]

He shakes his head.

"You do enough right now, Janette."

He looks to her.

"You're here."

[i_am_not_honey]

She looks back at him, quiet and resigned.

"You hard-headed..."

The rest of it's cut off by the smile, though.

"I am here. And I am only here for you."

[eternal_boy]

He smiles and holds her close, breathes her in and relaxes, every muscle, before nuzzling gently at her cheek.

"Mon Janette."