[ Iorveth hadn't said those exact words, but he'd nearly said as much before; even so, hearing the words 'I love you' directed at him makes his whole body warm instead of just his face. No one has ever said such a thing to him, not that he can remember. His family might have loved him, but he can't recall even their faces, much less anything they ever said to him. Did they ever tell him they loved him? Did anyone?
It feels strange to hear it now. Glorious, but strange. Cazador had always made him feel like nothing more than a lowly worm, unworthy of being cared for by anyone. It's hard to feel worthy of it now, too, but he's spent his whole life taking things that he doesn't deserve. He presses his mouth back against Iorveth's, reaching out to tug Iorveth closer by the arm—
—The same arm that he just bandaged. He withdraws quickly, sheepish. ]
...I really should get you something to eat. You're in no shape for me to do the things I want to do to you.
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It feels strange to hear it now. Glorious, but strange. Cazador had always made him feel like nothing more than a lowly worm, unworthy of being cared for by anyone. It's hard to feel worthy of it now, too, but he's spent his whole life taking things that he doesn't deserve. He presses his mouth back against Iorveth's, reaching out to tug Iorveth closer by the arm—
—The same arm that he just bandaged. He withdraws quickly, sheepish. ]
...I really should get you something to eat. You're in no shape for me to do the things I want to do to you.