[Even as he says it, Mikleo knows that's not true. There's something between them that wasn't there before, not quite the same. It's the gentle way that Sorey's taken his hand lately, it's the tender light in his eyes when they exchange certain glances, it's the reassurance of waking up with another body pressed against his own, limbs entangled, warm breath and occasional drool in his hair. Things have been different for a while now, well before they'd confirmed with Clay and Allen that they were "dating" or whatever.
It doesn't matter, but it matters a great deal, at the same time. Whatever might have changed, it's for the better. There's a closeness here between them that still existed before, but in different ways, more casual, more vocal, more quietly intimate. Often at arm's length, something he knew was mostly his fault. It was never for lack of trying on Sorey's part.
He said he should have tried harder, before he died. Somehow, unconsciously, he'd been doing just that of late, and now with Sorey so close to him, their fingers curling together, he's grateful for it. Closing his eyes, without another word, he leans in to press his lips against Sorey's once more. Properly this time- no teasing, no playfulness, no mischief in his body language. It's nothing like those little pecks he'd stolen in the diner or moments ago, testing it out, coaxing out Sorey's entertaining reactions. Maybe this isn't what Sorey meant when he'd said "hammer it out", but he'd like to try it for real, even just once.
The kissing isn't really what's changed, but... what's changed is what makes this one different.]
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[Even as he says it, Mikleo knows that's not true. There's something between them that wasn't there before, not quite the same. It's the gentle way that Sorey's taken his hand lately, it's the tender light in his eyes when they exchange certain glances, it's the reassurance of waking up with another body pressed against his own, limbs entangled, warm breath and occasional drool in his hair. Things have been different for a while now, well before they'd confirmed with Clay and Allen that they were "dating" or whatever.
It doesn't matter, but it matters a great deal, at the same time. Whatever might have changed, it's for the better. There's a closeness here between them that still existed before, but in different ways, more casual, more vocal, more quietly intimate. Often at arm's length, something he knew was mostly his fault. It was never for lack of trying on Sorey's part.
He said he should have tried harder, before he died. Somehow, unconsciously, he'd been doing just that of late, and now with Sorey so close to him, their fingers curling together, he's grateful for it. Closing his eyes, without another word, he leans in to press his lips against Sorey's once more. Properly this time- no teasing, no playfulness, no mischief in his body language. It's nothing like those little pecks he'd stolen in the diner or moments ago, testing it out, coaxing out Sorey's entertaining reactions. Maybe this isn't what Sorey meant when he'd said "hammer it out", but he'd like to try it for real, even just once.
The kissing isn't really what's changed, but... what's changed is what makes this one different.]