[that compulsion to be nearby...being the type of person he is, how can Blue not notice it? it stirs up a very similar feeling, and as Yzak steps over, Blue looks up with a more flushed expression because of it.
looking at Yzak now, it's impossible to not think of his lithe, strong body against his own, to want to be held again, to feel his breath... the ache remains, and it grows, coloring that expression of his with clear-to-see longing.]
And I didn't...find my way to that dream...by accident. We wanted the same thing, Yzak... We still do.
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looking at Yzak now, it's impossible to not think of his lithe, strong body against his own, to want to be held again, to feel his breath... the ache remains, and it grows, coloring that expression of his with clear-to-see longing.]
And I didn't...find my way to that dream...by accident. We wanted the same thing, Yzak... We still do.