[ oh. it's beautiful, and thoughtful, and a piece of magic for him to carry around everywhere, and he's never had that, and it's a piece of kwang, really, and that makes it mean even more, and coupled with the book and wanting junsu to read to him — well, junsu might be crying. the welling up in his eyes spills down his cheeks and he wipes at it quickly, looking down at the the little bottle against his chest and then lifting it so gently. ]
It's beautiful. Thank you.
[ he wipes at his cheeks again, feeling silly, but the thought that he'll get to carry a piece of kwang and a piece of magic with him is overwhelming. ]
I'll use it well while we read, [ he nods with a smile, a soft, watery laugh. not a parting gift. kwang isn't about to tell him they have to stop seeing each other the way they have. the relief is immense, too, another cause for the last few tears he wipes away. ]
Thank you, [ he says again, before biting his lip and then tugging at kwang, wanting him up here with him and closer and in his arms. ]
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It's beautiful. Thank you.
[ he wipes at his cheeks again, feeling silly, but the thought that he'll get to carry a piece of kwang and a piece of magic with him is overwhelming. ]
I'll use it well while we read, [ he nods with a smile, a soft, watery laugh. not a parting gift. kwang isn't about to tell him they have to stop seeing each other the way they have. the relief is immense, too, another cause for the last few tears he wipes away. ]
Thank you, [ he says again, before biting his lip and then tugging at kwang, wanting him up here with him and closer and in his arms. ]