[Ren closes his eyes and pretends for the moment that he’s like he used to be. That everything is the same and not so unusual. It doesn’t last. Aoba’s hand feels nice in his hair and it causes his face to flush with pleasure.]
Not so much, Aoba.
[He was fine now. He wasn’t alone.] I was worried I wouldn’t see you.
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Not so much, Aoba.
[He was fine now. He wasn’t alone.] I was worried I wouldn’t see you.
I’m not the same but I’m still me.