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It’s funny how quickly this has become routine for them. Distantly, he thinks about Pavlov and dogs and pretends he’s okay with how he’s growing fond of the bell that calls him. It could never be love. Hughie knew that from the start, from the first ring of the bell. He knew what he was getting into, knew exactly who he was crawling into bed with, exactly who he was saying yes to, over and over and over. He also knew, from the start, that none of that was ever going to stop him coming back. He knew, from the start, that maybe nothing ever would. But it’s nice - oh, so nice, so indescribably divine - when it happens. And, afterwards, well, it’s fine. Hughie’s fine. It’s routine. The fool doing his usual little dance. Drooling like Pavlov’s fucking dog at the sound of the bells on his stupid fucking hat. Sometimes, Butcher “accidentally” says the softest, sweetest things in the heat of the moment, making Hughie absolutely melt for him. Weirdly, though, he always says them right around the time he wants Hughie to do something for him, keeping Hughie loyally chained right to his side.

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