[There's something soft and almost reverent in Day's voice that tells Phil that this particular question is one of great importance, and for the briefest moment worry blossoms in his heart before he firmly squashes it down. Day is here, holding his hand. Day has chosen him. Him, with all of his flaws and the sins of his past, the ugliness that Day has seen and yet still can call him beautiful.
Whatever the question is going to be, it isn't going to change anything between them, because their hearts are already too entangled to ever be able to be fully separated again. They've chosen each other, and it's a choice made with full knowledge of the weight of the decision, a desire to grow together rather than apart.
Phil squeezes that hand back, a silent reassurance. He's right here.]
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[There's something soft and almost reverent in Day's voice that tells Phil that this particular question is one of great importance, and for the briefest moment worry blossoms in his heart before he firmly squashes it down. Day is here, holding his hand. Day has chosen him. Him, with all of his flaws and the sins of his past, the ugliness that Day has seen and yet still can call him beautiful.
Whatever the question is going to be, it isn't going to change anything between them, because their hearts are already too entangled to ever be able to be fully separated again. They've chosen each other, and it's a choice made with full knowledge of the weight of the decision, a desire to grow together rather than apart.
Phil squeezes that hand back, a silent reassurance. He's right here.]