[ In the few seconds that follow the fading of the scene, Tatara stares ahead, like Mikoto still sits in front of him. His mouth is still open, the half-formed words on his tongue dying in the cold of the North.
Khun's words draw him back, and he looks to him. The expression on his face is...complicated.
Wordlessly, he steps into Khun's space and wraps his arms around his middle. He presses his face into the side of his neck, squeezing his eyes shut.
So, yes. The answer is yes. ]
I... [ He sighs, breath shaky. ] I've never felt warmer in my life...
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Khun's words draw him back, and he looks to him. The expression on his face is...complicated.
Wordlessly, he steps into Khun's space and wraps his arms around his middle. He presses his face into the side of his neck, squeezing his eyes shut.
So, yes. The answer is yes. ]
I... [ He sighs, breath shaky. ] I've never felt warmer in my life...
[ He's just. Overwhelmed. ]