[ He looks away, up, at the stone ceiling of the kitchen. He taps his fingers on the counter tops. Gilgamesh had dismissed Adra's ramblings earlier, perhaps rightly so, but some parts of it needed answer. In Adra's mind, anyway. ]
Do you love me, Gil? Just say it honestly. No double-talk. No subtext. It's a yes or no question.
[ And the more thought it requires, the less true it is. ]
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Adore, huh.
[ He looks away, up, at the stone ceiling of the kitchen. He taps his fingers on the counter tops. Gilgamesh had dismissed Adra's ramblings earlier, perhaps rightly so, but some parts of it needed answer. In Adra's mind, anyway. ]
Do you love me, Gil? Just say it honestly. No double-talk. No subtext. It's a yes or no question.
[ And the more thought it requires, the less true it is. ]