[ Tatara lets himself get pulled in close, and he gives a sharp little breath as they come flush together.
He can't see Aguero's face, but he can feel the love in his tone. His heart pounds in his chest, and his fingers gently lace through the ends of his hair. Not too much, though—he doesn't want to mess up today's arrangement. ]
No. Of course not. [ He says quietly, sweetly. ] That might've been the best I felt.
[ That might either say a lot about Tatara, or maybe it was just the context of it all... He doesn't think too hard about that, though. ]
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He can't see Aguero's face, but he can feel the love in his tone. His heart pounds in his chest, and his fingers gently lace through the ends of his hair. Not too much, though—he doesn't want to mess up today's arrangement. ]
No. Of course not. [ He says quietly, sweetly. ] That might've been the best I felt.
[ That might either say a lot about Tatara, or maybe it was just the context of it all... He doesn't think too hard about that, though. ]