[ He's never known the touch of a mother. He has known the touch of Rin. It was always gentle, soft, and comforting -- he noticed a long time ago that Sakura's was similar. The nature of the touch was always platonic, a show of caring. This embrace Sakura gives him, he can't quite sense the difference, but he melts into it regardless. His hand raises from the edge of the tub to dip into the water, dragging over the sharp edge of her hip and around it as he presses a desperate kiss against her throat. ]
Don't let me do this. You deserve better than what I can give you.
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Don't let me do this. You deserve better than what I can give you.