Hey...[Oh. There's that soft, fond smile again. He gives it freely like he does almost everything else, as he reaches up to brush fingers against Lio's damp cheek.]
We're a team. Just...got out of sync there for a second.
[Oh... He forgets sometimes how bag Galo's hands are until they're like this. He just swallows the lump in his throat until Galo's done and watches him.
God there's. Something he's feeling now. He can't put a finger on it just yet.]
[He's only ever had arguments like this with his parents before... And they never really. Ended on a proper resolution; he'd only ever been a child and had no real say in the matter.]
[He's still in Galo's arms, on his lap. He's still tear-stained and a little emotional. But here he is, being offered a home where he hasn't had one in years.]
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[That doesn't make it better. It doesn't make it easier, or simpler.]
Please just... Accept that I did it. And stop trying to act like I didn't.
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[He sighs.]
I'm not trying to act like you didn't. But I don't hold it against you, so I don't...linger on it. Sorry, it's come across like something else.
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...Thank you.
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We're a team. Just...got out of sync there for a second.
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God there's. Something he's feeling now. He can't put a finger on it just yet.]
Yeah... Out of sync.
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[But there's that hint of hesitation. A momentary pause.]
Right?
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[He's only ever had arguments like this with his parents before... And they never really. Ended on a proper resolution; he'd only ever been a child and had no real say in the matter.]
This is. New. To me.
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Seriously. I was going kind of nuts there for a bit when you weren't coming home.
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[Look he... feels right at home bundled up with Galo like this. It doesn't help that Galo's warm and he's still sleeveless jacket and all.]
After starting one fire, I.. didn't feel like I could come back...
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obliviouscontent right where he is.]You can always come back...Fires or not. This is home right now, don't go thinking you can't come back here.
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I....Thank you.
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[He wants to ask what he's being thanked for, but he knows it's something tied up with history and things he won't quite get.
And there's something a bit quiet and tender here he doesn't want to break with questions. So he lets it be. ]