[ Somehow, Dextera’s embarrassment makes it easier to ignore his own. His fondness is overflowing, disgusting himself, but he’s so happy about it. His free hand gently takes Dextera’s chin to turn him to face him. ]
I’m happy, too. [ For once, he is... he can admit it. He closes the space between them with a soft kiss. That hand drops swag shortly after, and he squeezes the one he’s holding. It’s more than he’d normally say, but it’s never enough. He has too much he wants to say. ]
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I’m happy, too. [ For once, he is... he can admit it. He closes the space between them with a soft kiss. That hand drops swag shortly after, and he squeezes the one he’s holding. It’s more than he’d normally say, but it’s never enough. He has too much he wants to say. ]
What should we do now, then?