[The warmth had just been a blush before, he thinks, but the kiss drizzles heat through his veins to reach the very tips of his toes and back, and that fire tingles when the words to accompany the action registers. Emil likes him. He hears it, he feels it, he believes it.]
I like you, too. [But his admission is a barely-audible mumble said into Emil's arm, which he hugs tighter. His arm. Never letting go. Until he decides this snugglefest has gone on long enough or his magic drains him to the point of a hungry anger, anyway.]
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I like you, too. [But his admission is a barely-audible mumble said into Emil's arm, which he hugs tighter. His arm. Never letting go. Until he decides this snugglefest has gone on long enough or his magic drains him to the point of a hungry anger, anyway.]