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{ it's an incredibly soft moment between them, as ayato quietly listens to the words aether says and lets his hand be brought to his cheek to hold there gently.

it feels like there are undertones there he isn't quite ready for, under the surface. he wants to ask what feeling it is aether is referring to, but can't bring himself to. instead he just tips his head down slightly, trying to will his heart to stop pounding so loudly in his chest. }

I suppose that is all that matters right now, isn't it?

{ he can't say the same just yet, and aether probably knows it, but with time...

he already can feel his resolve weakening with every soft, honest gesture aether gives. }