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The Trigger: WHAT HAVE WE BECOME new videoclip online https://thebibleofmetal.blogspot.com/2019/06/day-on-screen-trigger-what-have-we.html

Negan was a touchy sort of guy when it came to things he liked. He was never too obvious with it, a small touch here and a little touch there was enough to show people who paid attention what was his and what wasn’t. Kieran was no exception to that rule. During meetings, the other would lay a hand on the assassin's back when addressing him to others. When he was speaking to the other one on one, Negan would place a hand against Kieran’s knee, his thumb brushing against the line of the bigger man’s knee cap. When he touched the other like this he made sure to look him in the eyes, giving a sort of wicked smirk that matched his intentions. The touches were innocent enough but carried a message to all who knew the other well enough. Mine. 

He let the other mumble his concerns, his face studying the taller man’s. He would see that the assassin really did miss his home. K’s body language spoke it, gaging the weight that was against his back. He didn’t know what to say–K never shared much about his home with him, but he knew the other kept the memories of it tucked away. Feeling as if his mouth would betray him, Negan reached back and brushed his fingers into the other’s hair. The touch was simple, but he hoped it was enough. 

“What are you sighing about? Am I not giving you enough work to do?” He let the chair keep him steady as the taller man moved his weight against his back. Negan was looking over some plans that Simon and he had drafted up, his glasses balancing on his nose as he moved his head to glance at the other. 

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