[He finally loosens his grip. But only so he can slide his hands from Gojyo's shirt to his hair. Tangling in it, trailing through it. It's so... so red. So familiar. So many times coming back to consciousness like this.]
If I weren't sure - tell me. Would I be here?
[Or would he have thrown Gojyo across the floor?]
[Instead of laughing breathlessly. Clearly enjoying this.]
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If I weren't sure - tell me. Would I be here?
[Or would he have thrown Gojyo across the floor?]
[Instead of laughing breathlessly. Clearly enjoying this.]