[Mista, in contrast, doesn't try to hide his smile. She says she loves him, and his face splits into the widest possible grin, bright and beaming. Not quite the sun, but close enough.]
Yeah?
[It's reflexive, a syllable to let out for the sake of an outlet to carry his tone: joyful, delighted. He thinks about saying it again — well, I love you too, I love you more — but he's smiling too wide to speak. So tired, but so happy.]
[Love feels good. After all that anger, it feels like it's healing him from the inside out.]
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Yeah?
[It's reflexive, a syllable to let out for the sake of an outlet to carry his tone: joyful, delighted. He thinks about saying it again — well, I love you too, I love you more — but he's smiling too wide to speak. So tired, but so happy.]
[Love feels good. After all that anger, it feels like it's healing him from the inside out.]
Later, I'm gonna kiss you all over your face.