[ Rhy squeezes his hand back, his smile widening. Then, he pulls Wilhelm into an embrace, holding him for a few moments, just firmly enough to feel secure. ]
I care about you, Wilhelm. I like spending time with you.
[Settling into the embrace, he holds Rhy with the sort of covetousness reserved for things you know don't truly belong to you, and the sort of gratitude reserved for things you know not to take for granted. He buries his nose in Rhy's shoulder, breathes him in, and feels at peace for now.]
Glad you're not sick of me yet.
[He says it like it's a joke, but it isn't exactly.]
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I care about you, Wilhelm. I like spending time with you.
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Glad you're not sick of me yet.
[He says it like it's a joke, but it isn't exactly.]
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[ Rhy admonishes, with emphatic warmth, and presses a kiss to Wilhelm's hair. ]