[His fingers falter at the touch, sliding down to rest on Emil’s shoulder and steady the rest of him as he gives in over to the sensation. It’s like warmth is injected through him, sending his nerves into a tingling state, at something so simple. Freaky. Nice. Thankfully not so completely distracting that he goes deaf to Emil’s translation, even as he leans into the touch. Being a mirrored gestures made him far more prepared for the hit these things three at him.]
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Jag tycker om dig. Mine’s easier.