[The kiss to his lips acts as a salve, an ice pack on his bruised heart. The brush of lips against his fingers too soothes him, even if he feels skittish, pent up and about to burst. Shoulders that were hunched fall slightly as he stares up at Kaworu, his heartbeat echoing in his ears.]
You... [It comes out raw, as if his throat has been stripped bare.] Just you, Kaworu-kun.
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You... [It comes out raw, as if his throat has been stripped bare.] Just you, Kaworu-kun.