[ A blush dusts across his cheeks; of course Ayato can turn Thoma's shy actions against him in one smooth movement. Now it feels like his hand is the one being held, but there's no complaint. There would never be a complaint, to be able to hold his hand each day he could had become something Thoma looked forward to. To think, just a few hours ago he'd been lamenting how he could and should never touch Ayato again, but... ]
[ But it was still okay. ]
[ They were still okay. ]
But isn't it nice, to be able to look at something and have fond memories come back to you from it?
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[ But it was still okay. ]
[ They were still okay. ]
But isn't it nice, to be able to look at something and have fond memories come back to you from it?