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“Has anyone ever been gentle with you?” Boba asked softly, his thumb stroking Vader’s cheek.
Vader closed his eyes, his expression pained. Boba frowned, wondering if touching his scars was hurting him. “It has been… a very long time since someone touched me without the intent to harm.”
“You deserve better than that.” Boba pressed a kiss to Vader’s forehead.
His heart shattered at the wounded sound Vader made. He leaned into Boba’s tender caresses with a desperation earned from years of pain and loneliness. He decided then that he would never let his cyare succumb to his loneliness again.