[At that, Mikleo can't help it: he laughs, the sort of laugh most people don't manage to drag out of him- a pure, honestly joyful sound, not teasing or mocking, not even bittersweet as it's been lately, and that's if he laughs at all. It's been so hard to find humour in anything these days. Even on good days. But Sorey... there's something incredibly contagious about those words, and he can feel the genuine emotion behind the sentiment. He's never doubted Sorey's love, just as he's never felt the need to respond in kind, because Sorey knows how he's always felt in return.
Even so, there's no denying the thrill going up and down his spine, the warmth on his cheeks, the steady pounding of his heart. It's different. Something's definitely different, and that last kiss isn't the only thing that proves it.
Quietly he slides his arms up to return the hug, gripping Sorey's shirt, one hand brushing affectionately through his hair.]
Sorey... you're being ridiculous.
[They're not the same words Sorey used, but his tone, the tightness of his embrace, the warmth in his eyes- all of it says I love you, too.]
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Even so, there's no denying the thrill going up and down his spine, the warmth on his cheeks, the steady pounding of his heart. It's different. Something's definitely different, and that last kiss isn't the only thing that proves it.
Quietly he slides his arms up to return the hug, gripping Sorey's shirt, one hand brushing affectionately through his hair.]
Sorey... you're being ridiculous.
[They're not the same words Sorey used, but his tone, the tightness of his embrace, the warmth in his eyes- all of it says I love you, too.]