[Kimblee falls silent for a moment after that, continuing to play with Isaac's hair, though he doesn't jerk back as hard as he has been; for a moment he's debating saying anything further - he's been told that he shouldn't, and somewhere in there he knows that he shouldn't, but just the same, it's only for the weekend...and really, what business is it of Locke's, anyway?]
I love you, you know.
[As usual when he lies, he can't look at Isaac when he says it; his expression is gentle, however, and he keeps his gaze low - hopefully mistaken for being mildly embarrassed at the admission than unable to tell the truth about it.]
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[Kimblee falls silent for a moment after that, continuing to play with Isaac's hair, though he doesn't jerk back as hard as he has been; for a moment he's debating saying anything further - he's been told that he shouldn't, and somewhere in there he knows that he shouldn't, but just the same, it's only for the weekend...and really, what business is it of Locke's, anyway?]
I love you, you know.
[As usual when he lies, he can't look at Isaac when he says it; his expression is gentle, however, and he keeps his gaze low - hopefully mistaken for being mildly embarrassed at the admission than unable to tell the truth about it.]