The children are one thing... Most everyone else would have made out just fine without my meddling in their lives.

[ Okay, that might be true, but only to a degree. Cale won't acknowledge it, but the people around him are happier. Healthier, both physically and emotionally. They are in better places than where they would have been if things were still strictly following the novel. It's maybe the difference between surviving and thriving. Cale still doesn't think much of himself, after all. He's someone that, ultimately, gave them all those options because it would benefit him as well ( but he didn't have to and maybe that's the point ).

His breath catches at that last nip. Attacking the sensitive spots are we? Cale tsks even as his hands finally begin to wander. Mostly along Sylvain's neck, applying just a bit of pressure. Fingertips skating up into hair and then back down again to the neck then towards the shoulder. Just lazily repeating the motion, occasionally giving the back of the neck an affectionate squeeze. ]

Now if you tell me I was your light in the darkness, I might kick you out of bed.

[ All he did is offer a place for Sylvain to go. Nothing more. ]