[He might be giggling at the nudge, though there is some fear under the surface that if he says something wrong, he might break this, precious as it is. The thought stays, and yet he finds himself able to think around it rather than bumping into it constantly.
He doesn't want to think too hard, just be right here and sit in the way Alexei asking 'why shouldn't we' feels like a fucking beam of sunlight on his face.]
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He doesn't want to think too hard, just be right here and sit in the way Alexei asking 'why shouldn't we' feels like a fucking beam of sunlight on his face.]
It does...doesn't it?