[ Something feels as if it wells up in his chest at that moment, the tension constricting around his heart the longer they rest against each other, and Larus doesn't move for an entire minute, doesn't breathe. Instead, he's reminded of an inkling of a dream he'd had so long ago that he's surprised it surfaces so suddenly, of two bodies intertwined in the dark, and he presses closer, forehead resting against the curve of Casimir's shoulder. ]
I won't let you go. [ It seems familiar, right, good. Even his anxiety settles, and he hooks his fingers around him, holding him tight. ]
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I won't let you go. [ It seems familiar, right, good. Even his anxiety settles, and he hooks his fingers around him, holding him tight. ]