[Blanca's arm tightens, in a motion that probably seems reassuring, even if the man himself knows the instinct is possessive.
That's no good. He can't be the one who's with Ash every night like this. There's a reason they're not in the boy's usual, familiar bed, either. He reminds himself, even while holding him, of the duties he needs to take up at some point after Ash is asleep, that he's really here more to make things just a little easier on him, rather than to be selfish.
How unusual, to struggle with professionalism. But he wouldn't be here if he were a professional, would he, he chides.]
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That's no good. He can't be the one who's with Ash every night like this. There's a reason they're not in the boy's usual, familiar bed, either. He reminds himself, even while holding him, of the duties he needs to take up at some point after Ash is asleep, that he's really here more to make things just a little easier on him, rather than to be selfish.
How unusual, to struggle with professionalism. But he wouldn't be here if he were a professional, would he, he chides.]