[The kiss is brief; too kind and gentle to make him slouch. He extricates his fingers and raises them to clench his companion gently by the chin.
One thing he does not expect to feel is deja vu. That criminals were subjects he rehabilitated. That he chastised their behaviour, corrected it and controlled them to the point they hurt only themselves. His mind is lost on the details but not his feelings.
Oh, he had enjoyed it.
The memory spills over into his stare. Cold and with a spark of intensity not usually there.]
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One thing he does not expect to feel is deja vu. That criminals were subjects he rehabilitated. That he chastised their behaviour, corrected it and controlled them to the point they hurt only themselves. His mind is lost on the details but not his feelings.
Oh, he had enjoyed it.
The memory spills over into his stare. Cold and with a spark of intensity not usually there.]
Do I ever?
[Hold back.]