Wylie broke with that confession, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and pulling him towards him. His presses his hand to the back of his head, his lips against his temple, then to his ear, nuzzling in against him. "Damon," he whispered to him, soft, reassuring. "you are enough. You will always be enough. You can't ever doubt that."
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Date: 2011-08-07 02:58 am (UTC)