[A healthy flush spreads across Faolan's face as he allows Laurent to tug him forward down the walk. A night, Laurent had said, and Faolan isn't certain how to interpret it. He isn't certain there's any other way to interpret it, other than the obvious, given that smile. He tightens his hand around Laurent's as they walk and decides the best course of action is simply to walk together for now. He can question it later. In the meanwhile, he will enjoy every moment of this that he can.]
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Yes. Right. Cake.