[ 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. ]
[ fine gross they are hugging again. till awkwardly puts his arms around yves and wants to die now. has anyone ever said they love him... his head spins a little. ]
Shut up, Yves!
[ he's feelings are only warm and affectionate though, shy but no less genuine. ]
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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... ]
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till takes his hand back for the little flick and yves just laughs with it, and he closes the distance again to pull till into a hug. you nerd. ]
A sap who loves you, Till.
[ and that is sincere, painfully so. a warm, adoring feeling that comes with no expectations or conditions. ]
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Shut up, Yves!
[ he's feelings are only warm and affectionate though, shy but no less genuine. ]
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[ HOW COULD HE when he is giving till this hug and till is hugging him back and being so sweet about it.... lil weirdo ]
It's true, so I think you deserve to hear it.
[ to know there's just someone who loves him soooo much in no time at all ]