[ He reaches up to catch Basch's hand, tugging it back and closer, so he can press a kiss to his palm, His eyes are dark and warm with affection as he catches and holds the man's gaze in the mirror's reflection. ]
I love them.
[ A pause, because that doesn't feel quite right. Doesn't sound right. He doesn't let himself think about it, doesn't let himself freeze, or choke - as he so often does. Just lets the words spill out of him, when so often they get trapped behind a dam of guilt and shame and insecurity. ]
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I love them.
[ A pause, because that doesn't feel quite right. Doesn't sound right. He doesn't let himself think about it, doesn't let himself freeze, or choke - as he so often does. Just lets the words spill out of him, when so often they get trapped behind a dam of guilt and shame and insecurity. ]
I love you.