[ She kisses the top his head again, welcoming the touch. It's just the way Kieran is - the way everyone is. Mila loves, falls in love, keeps dreaming that that's enough to make her their priority, keeps being rudely awoken from that egotistical dream when it turns out people are their own human beings with better things to do than gravitate to her.
But then her brother comes to her room, seeks her touch and tells her she's loved. ]
I love you, scrungly. I'll help you get out. You deserve to be happy.
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But then her brother comes to her room, seeks her touch and tells her she's loved. ]
I love you, scrungly. I'll help you get out. You deserve to be happy.
[ A kiss to his cheek next. ]