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Celes wonders sometimes if he knows how charming he can be.
It's the way he doesn't seem to care about anything. The way he goes easy through life, drifting, never letting it touch him.
And it's the way his charm is a mask and sometimes he lets her see the face behind it, late at night in the glow of lamplight, his body lean and scarred beneath her hands. The way he knows that some things don't get healed, but that's all right because some things do, and anyway, life goes on.
Mostly, though, it's just the way he smiles.