[The confession means a lot to him. It means everything. It settles in his chest and lays there like a heavy weight. It's terrifying, threatening to crush him, but at the same time, it's warm, comforting. It's an acknowledgement, an honest truth that neither of them undo.
He surprises himself with the realisation that he doesn't even want to. He has no idea how to proceed. Whatever he tried before just ended badly. Was torn away from him. He doesn't know how to conquer that. To make this one last. Because, Someone, he wants it to last. To not take a single second of it for granted, because neither of them could tell when their time would be up.
He shifts a little, resting his chin on the top of Felix's head, closing his eyes. He's quiet for a moment, trying to think of a worthwhile answer. Something that could help them. A direction. In the end, he settles for the truth. It seems the right thing to do, in the situation.]
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He surprises himself with the realisation that he doesn't even want to. He has no idea how to proceed. Whatever he tried before just ended badly. Was torn away from him. He doesn't know how to conquer that. To make this one last. Because, Someone, he wants it to last. To not take a single second of it for granted, because neither of them could tell when their time would be up.
He shifts a little, resting his chin on the top of Felix's head, closing his eyes. He's quiet for a moment, trying to think of a worthwhile answer. Something that could help them. A direction. In the end, he settles for the truth. It seems the right thing to do, in the situation.]
I have absolutely no idea.