xavier delamere {the count of monte cristo} (

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Edward remained where he was, merely holding on as she cried. Every once in awhile he attempted to speak or say something, but cut himself off. There was nothing for him to do. It was up to her to make the first move - he'd already interrogated her, in dreams. His lips pressed against her hair once, in a soft movement that might never have happened at all. She pulled away soon after with her question.

"None," he said, leaning back. "And you didn't get any of mine." Not a question, in this moment he knew, even if he'd doubted before.

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