[ The breath he takes in is shaky, after that, and he takes a moment to process it. This is sincere. It’s so sincere it hurts, and though it surprises him, the block in his heart there to keep him from focusing on feelings like these is moving, slipping aside enough that he can respond. ]
I... [ He struggles with this. He feels like a child for it, but already he’s gotten more out than before. He’s worried that as soon as he says it, something horrible will happen. He doesn’t know why. ]
I love you, too. [ But he says it, whispered and emotional as it is, and he swallows hard to hold back his tears, still. He ducks down further to touch his forehead to the ground near Dextera’s face. Once is all he can manage. ]
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I... [ He struggles with this. He feels like a child for it, but already he’s gotten more out than before. He’s worried that as soon as he says it, something horrible will happen. He doesn’t know why. ]
I love you, too. [ But he says it, whispered and emotional as it is, and he swallows hard to hold back his tears, still. He ducks down further to touch his forehead to the ground near Dextera’s face. Once is all he can manage. ]