[ It's Day's turn to be flustered, caught off-guard by how soft and earnest Phil's answer is. Phil might not be able to see Day's expression clearly, but he can probably tell from the way Day's grip tightens where their hands are joined, and how his cheeks heat up against Phil's neck.
Right. He's in love with someone who loves him back. He's having the wholehearted romance that seemed more like a dream to him, once. ]
I'm glad you've chosen me too.
[ Even though Day was resigned to being the morning mist. Even though he foolishly tried to fill the void in his tired, wounded heart by desperately clinging to bigger things beyond himself: the idea of love, a duty to protect the world's serenity, the belief that all beings deserve a chance at happiness, the warmth of bed partners in an imitation of closeness. ]
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Right. He's in love with someone who loves him back. He's having the wholehearted romance that seemed more like a dream to him, once. ]
I'm glad you've chosen me too.
[ Even though Day was resigned to being the morning mist. Even though he foolishly tried to fill the void in his tired, wounded heart by desperately clinging to bigger things beyond himself: the idea of love, a duty to protect the world's serenity, the belief that all beings deserve a chance at happiness, the warmth of bed partners in an imitation of closeness. ]
...Can I ask you somethin'?