[There's still a slight waver to his voice as he says this, though he knows Day understands that it isn't because he doubts the words-- rather, because the certainty of them fills his heart to overflowing. He sniffles a little and reaches up to wipe his eyes before pulling back enough to be able to look up into Day's face. When he does, he realizes that Day's eyes match the night sky above them, and he's silent for a moment in awestruck admiration.
There really is nothing about Day that isn't perfect, he thinks.]
... after this... would you come back to my room with me?
[He knows Day knows exactly what he means by that. It's an offer made without any hesitation, a gift given freely to someone he already knows will accept it and treasure it.]
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[There's still a slight waver to his voice as he says this, though he knows Day understands that it isn't because he doubts the words-- rather, because the certainty of them fills his heart to overflowing. He sniffles a little and reaches up to wipe his eyes before pulling back enough to be able to look up into Day's face. When he does, he realizes that Day's eyes match the night sky above them, and he's silent for a moment in awestruck admiration.
There really is nothing about Day that isn't perfect, he thinks.]
... after this... would you come back to my room with me?
[He knows Day knows exactly what he means by that. It's an offer made without any hesitation, a gift given freely to someone he already knows will accept it and treasure it.]