[He lets him pull away, fingers of his left hand sliding to curl over his cheek instead, thumb stroking over skin. His other hand rests on top of his head, wishing he could feel the strands of hair between his fingers.]
Yeah. [It's soft. Low. A mumble, really, as his skin colours a little. He's not as outspoken with this.]
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Yeah. [It's soft. Low. A mumble, really, as his skin colours a little. He's not as outspoken with this.]
I love you too.