[ the way mizi does not love him in the same way at all, but it's never really been about that—there's no dream in him about being together, necessarily. sometimes it's just about love itself. but maybe yves gets that without him having to try and understand and articulate it anyway, the swirl of simple, yet indecipherable emotion.
but also there's appreciation, and that's more in the present. he takes his hand back to flick his forehead with another sniff. ]
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but also there's appreciation, and that's more in the present. he takes his hand back to flick his forehead with another sniff. ]
...Sap.
[ he's feeling better... ]