[By all rights the teasing should have stung him, perhaps even enough to strike back. He opens his mouth, intending to do just that.]
...No.
[There isn’t even any surprise after he says it, just a soft, melancholy sort of resignation. After all that he’s had to confess to this man, something so small, comparatively, isn’t that difficult to say. Neither are his next words.]
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...No.
[There isn’t even any surprise after he says it, just a soft, melancholy sort of resignation. After all that he’s had to confess to this man, something so small, comparatively, isn’t that difficult to say. Neither are his next words.]
My god… How I love you.