( there's a wistful quality to his voice, tempered by a slight melancholy. there's no one he can blame for everything he's missed except himself, but still.
he can feel the warmth of it slipping down his throat, through his chest. kieren's eyes close for a moment, just enjoying the rush of nostalgia it brings. )
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( there's a wistful quality to his voice, tempered by a slight melancholy. there's no one he can blame for everything he's missed except himself, but still.
he can feel the warmth of it slipping down his throat, through his chest. kieren's eyes close for a moment, just enjoying the rush of nostalgia it brings. )