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Caesar turned away and cleared his throat. He was reminded too much of how his mother looked on her deathbed. That longing and reluctance to let go. The face of his mother had blurred, time ahd been very effective in erasing memory, but thay longing and sadness never lost their intensity. He bit on tight on the inner part of his mouth, trying hard not to expose what he was thinking. He looked up to the ceiling to force those tears back before he could start composing himself to face his... husband.

"Hem... let's" his voice was more croaked than he thought, and he had to clear his voice again. "Let's go now. We have a tight schedule to catch." He avoided looking at Victor and quickly strode out of the room.