[His green eyes soften, the lines in his face easing. It would be so easy to lose himself in Bruno right now, sweep him up and take him to bed and kiss him until he can't possibly think of anything else, but he's not ready to lose this yet. There's something comforting in just standing still with him, with the light of the setting sun still streaming in the window, letting the reality of it sink in.]
I'd find it pretty hard to imagine. Someone not loving you, I mean.
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[His green eyes soften, the lines in his face easing. It would be so easy to lose himself in Bruno right now, sweep him up and take him to bed and kiss him until he can't possibly think of anything else, but he's not ready to lose this yet. There's something comforting in just standing still with him, with the light of the setting sun still streaming in the window, letting the reality of it sink in.]
I'd find it pretty hard to imagine. Someone not loving you, I mean.