[It's what he wanted to hear, but it's still pretty sad, too. He finds that he doesn't want to think of D when he was alone and running. It doesn't matter now, after all. Not when he's caught up to him. His held hand curls a little more, and the other brushes a few more strands of hair along the side of D's face before he puts it back in his lap.
His expression is soft and thoughtful, but his chest tightens as he thinks about how he'd like to be closer still. Damn it... He was won over completely.]
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His expression is soft and thoughtful, but his chest tightens as he thinks about how he'd like to be closer still. Damn it... He was won over completely.]
...Yeah. It's the same with me.