( He keeps on savoring the drink until there isn't a single drop left. Just the residue of cream clinging on the sides. It's a long road to help Caelus find some type of grounding in his feelings and fears, but at least while he's in Penacony, Sunday can help him.
It's an impossible situation after all. He knows Caelus will leave eventually so he decides not to get attached. )
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It's an impossible situation after all. He knows Caelus will leave eventually so he decides not to get attached. )
Mr. Caelus. Come here. Around the counter.