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He looked over with a slight frown. "Hey. Do you need something?"
She frowned. "I do, August."
Warner was with Ker, feeding him.
She sighed, folding her hands, looking uncertain. "August, I.. I still care deeply about you. I still love you, August, and I'm worried."
He frowned, leaving a bit later.
"They're calling you the Mad King, Aug. They're saying you're taking people captive."
"Bye," he said quietly.
She watched him worriedly, feeling as if she almost might cry. "Oh, August.."
He said nothing as she went before getting dressed himself.
"The terrors?"
He ran his hand through his hair.. "I know."
"So this is like a sanctuary? You know what people call you, right?"
He sat up, looking at the bedsheets as he slouched. "I know what I said."
She frowned. "Well why not? I didn't know that."
He brushed her hair back. "I think I'm getting feelings for you."
"It's not welcome..?"
He looked hesitant. "This between the two of us.."
"And that couldn't happen at the neighborhood..?"
He sighed before pulling away slightly. "I think we should stop."
"Well.. What did you mean as to why you left?"
