[ Kizuna listens, attentions quiet and meandering. In response, he leans in, fitting his arms around Wriothesley and burying his face in his crown. His sense of smell is no where near as provoked as it was before, but he still draws comfort from it in a way that makes his chest feel like it might buckle. Simply because it's familiar to him now.
I asked to be here, didn't I? [ Breathing out as if it'll press more of the space between them down, he shakes his head a little. ] Don't host. Just be here with me.
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I asked to be here, didn't I? [ Breathing out as if it'll press more of the space between them down, he shakes his head a little. ] Don't host. Just be here with me.