[There's an overwhelming sense of catharsis in Phil's tears this time, though it likely doesn't sound that way with the way his breath hitches and shudders as he just cries it out against Day's chest. It's solid and warm and Day's heartbeat thrums steady in his ear, anchoring him here in this moment until at last his breathing slows and evens out once more. But he doesn't lift his head back up quite yet, wanting to keep breathing in that scent that is so uniquely Day.
And he wonders how, out of so many people that he's met from so many worlds, fate managed to find a way to lead the two of them to each other in a world that isn't even either of theirs.]
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And he wonders how, out of so many people that he's met from so many worlds, fate managed to find a way to lead the two of them to each other in a world that isn't even either of theirs.]