[ Tatara grips their hands tighter as Aguero leans in, his own eyes falling shut. The warmth from the contact is genuine, as opposed to the magic keeping him warm (not that he doesn't like that, though), and despite the situation he's comfortable.

He breathes. ]

But I can't help but wonder... If he's anything like me, then maybe he would've been fine with it regardless. Because that's who you are.

[ Unless this was one sided?

Tatara shifts, draws his eyes open just slightly. Because in actuality, that wasn't the meaning behind his question. ]

Did he know...you loved him?

[ As a friend, as family, romantically. ]