[As happy as he already looked, he seems uplifted even more by her permission, and squeezes her hands again before taking another half-step closer, like they weren't close enough already. It's easy to imagine the warmth that might have been there once, the quickened pace of their hearts... but he doesn't really need to waste time on that, even if there's all the time in the world. Instead he can focus on the flow of her hair, the twinkle in her eyes, and the curve of her lips as he shifts up onto his tiptoes looks up to reach her. The softness of the kiss. The overwhelming feeling of joy and acceptance he feels being able to do this, after liking her for so long.
He can only imagine he'd be jealous, if he knew. Sucks to be him.]
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He can only imagine he'd be jealous, if he knew. Sucks to be him.]