[ Mako snorts, warm and amused and full of love, and turns to press a kiss to the soft skin of Wu's wrist. A year ago, he would've insisted his hair was fine, gotten weird about the word wedding. A year ago the tiny voice in him terrified of anything going well, sure that it was all going to be ripped away would have spiked up in alarm, sent warnings flaring through his body.
Today, he lets his eyes flutter closed, enjoying the closeness of Wu. ]
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Today, he lets his eyes flutter closed, enjoying the closeness of Wu. ]
Yeah, I know.