[ The word slips out, like it always does. But it makes him wince a little. He's never thought about it, thought about how it sounds like an endearment - but now it tastes like ashes on his tongue and he turns abruptly, walking away faster than was his wont, before. Before. ]
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[ The word slips out, like it always does. But it makes him wince a little. He's never thought about it, thought about how it sounds like an endearment - but now it tastes like ashes on his tongue and he turns abruptly, walking away faster than was his wont, before. Before. ]