[he's suddenly struck with that feeling he had on the platform when they were reunited, that if he let go all of this would disappear - having his best friend back, having him alive - and even though his he's still careful, slow - the arm that circle Kakyoin's waist to hold him is tight, the fingers that tangle in the back of his shirt equally so.
He takes a deep breath and his free hand comes up to rest against Kakyoin's cheek. For once - for now, there's no desire to steal his hat back and hide, or let something else speak for him]
November 26th, right. [it comes out much softer than he intended, the date that's been rattling around in his head since the Kakyoin from the future had mentioned it. Another deep breath; they're so close that he'd barely have to move to kiss him again] I loved you too. I have - for a while.
[he shut his eyes] I'm sorry. That I didn't realize I did until after you were gone.
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He takes a deep breath and his free hand comes up to rest against Kakyoin's cheek. For once - for now, there's no desire to steal his hat back and hide, or let something else speak for him]
November 26th, right. [it comes out much softer than he intended, the date that's been rattling around in his head since the Kakyoin from the future had mentioned it. Another deep breath; they're so close that he'd barely have to move to kiss him again] I loved you too. I have - for a while.
[he shut his eyes] I'm sorry. That I didn't realize I did until after you were gone.