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[ Byerly pulls back as well, his breath quick, his hair just a little mussed. His eyelashes fall low over his eyes as he touches his lips. His expression is uncertain, a little distressed - hesitant - full of longing...He raises his eyes to Miles' face, then. The eyes are cold, mocking, jeering, even as he playacts the role of someone who just stole a forbidden kiss and is overwhelmed by it. The effect is a nasty one, the juxtaposition of the hesitant would-be lover's gestures made a mockery by the nasty expression in his eyes. ]

My God. I...didn't know that was what it was. If I'd only known - years ago...then we might have...