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[ofseraphim]

[ some of the best 'na-na'-ing around, friends ]

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[ofseraphim]

[ That answer doesn’t miss a beat. Maybe Sorey was making a big deal over nothing? ]

Yeah. [ A small pause. ] I guess it isn’t exactly something new for us, is it?

[ But it feels new. And waking up next to -- no, curled around -- Mikleo like he did? Now that’s something he thinks he might never tire of. ]

[circulets]

Not exactly. [ A beat. ] ... I suppose it is, and it isn't.

[ He's sure that Sorey knows exactly what he means. ]

[ofseraphim]

You’re right.

[ And something inside him does an excited little flutter at the next piece, which he can’t bring him to say aloud:

You feel it too?

But it’s much too soon for talk like that. Mikleo will withdraw from it, and that’s the last thing he wants. ]

[circulets]

[ There's a beat on Mikleo's end, and he nods lightly before pulling himself away from Sorey. ]

Come on. You should eat something.