[what did androids really dream of? did they dream at all? he doesn't know. maybe it was something he was never meant to know.
once he's certain he won't rouse her by accident, he pulls the sheets around her dozing form. he leans down, plants a kiss on her cheek, innocent as could be. tucking some of that gorgeous hair over an ear, wondering if this was what girls were like: all soft and sweet. things he didn't deserve to know, was never meant to know.
he contemplates putting the book back where it was. instead, he decides to leave it right by her side. so she could wake up next to it. so she could remember.
he slips out as quietly as he had come. they'll see each other again soon, he thinks. maybe he'd even look forward to it.]
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once he's certain he won't rouse her by accident, he pulls the sheets around her dozing form. he leans down, plants a kiss on her cheek, innocent as could be. tucking some of that gorgeous hair over an ear, wondering if this was what girls were like: all soft and sweet. things he didn't deserve to know, was never meant to know.
he contemplates putting the book back where it was. instead, he decides to leave it right by her side. so she could wake up next to it. so she could remember.
he slips out as quietly as he had come. they'll see each other again soon, he thinks. maybe he'd even look forward to it.]