[ The moment that hand hits his shoulder, Sorey already feels light years better. It's almost... like Mikleo is trying to offer a reminder that he's here, they're together. It's a gesture he's impossibly grateful for. To that, he can only offer a warm smile, and a note of gratitude. ]
Thanks.
[ As he has before, here again he finds himself compelled to take that hand that touches him, even momentarily forgoing his read to do so. ]
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Thanks.
[ As he has before, here again he finds himself compelled to take that hand that touches him, even momentarily forgoing his read to do so. ]