[When did Clive get so comfortable with all this?]
[Not that he’s complaining. It’s a relief that it never came to the lad isolating and offing himself. But this is beyond his wildest dreams for how effective it all is. He places a hand on Clive’s shoulder to keep himself in one place.]
Maybe the stockings will keep you in one spot. Seems to be working well for me.
[It does look good on Cid. It shows off his tiny waist, the last delicate part of him that survived his aging. Cid’s eyes linger on Clive and the man he’s become.]
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[Not that he’s complaining. It’s a relief that it never came to the lad isolating and offing himself. But this is beyond his wildest dreams for how effective it all is. He places a hand on Clive’s shoulder to keep himself in one place.]
Maybe the stockings will keep you in one spot. Seems to be working well for me.
[It does look good on Cid. It shows off his tiny waist, the last delicate part of him that survived his aging. Cid’s eyes linger on Clive and the man he’s become.]
You look good.